Mommy, Please Marry My Daddy (Kamryn)

“There’s too much to explain. When you finally get it, it’ll be morning. You won’t be able to sleep tonight,” said Charlie, still refusing to change his mind.

Then he said in a domineering tone, “So, it’s useless to pester me. You have one minute to lie down, close your eyes, sleep!”

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How overbearing he is! Kamryn couldn’t help complaining to herself.

But she didn’t dare to disobey him.

Her past experience taught her that if Charlie used this tone, there was no room for negotiation.

Whether she listened or not, he always found a way to make her give in and obey.

So she might as well do as he said. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Otherwise, he might do something that would make her very shy!

Feeling slightly upset, Kamryn obediently lay down, tucked in, snuggled up to Charlie, and closed her eyes.

Maybe because of her pregnancy, she found herself needing more sleep lately. She had to sleep for more than ten hours a day in order to feel awake and alert.

She thought that she might not be able to fall asleep because she had something on her mind, but it turned out that she overestimated her energy levels. Leaning against Charlie’s warm chest and tuning in to his heartbeat, she fell asleep after a short while.

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Charlie remained still, gazing down at as she slept peacefully.

Her cheeks were pink and soft, and her long, thick eyelashes created a shadow beneath her eyes, where dark circles were noticeable.

He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

er they could not avoid her hardships.

Once a woman was pregnant, no matter how men tried to protect her, they

Kamryn was lucky enough.

Since her pregnancy diagnosis, she only experienced sleepiness and no other pregnancy symptoms. Her appetite remained good and she generally felt positive.

The only issue was that she slept increasingly longer, as though she never got sufficient sleep regardless of how much she slumbered. She slept at night and still had to nap during the day. During the peak of this extreme phase, she would doze off while eating

Charlie was worried about this and even consulted the doctor.

The doctor said that this was a normal pregnancy reaction and that it was a good thing that she could sleep, so he didn’t have

to worry

It’s easy for you to say! Charlie thought, still concerned.

He felt more distressed when he saw Kamryn’s dark circles.

If it was anything else, he might be able to find a solution. But, when it came to her pregnancy, he felt powerless and unable to share her hardships.

He sighed and placed a sofi and gentle kiss on the very top of her forehead.

“Have a good dream, honey, he murmured.

They fell asleep, embracing each other, in a loving and warm atmosphere.

moment, a private room in the nightclub, Pleasure Paint, was in a mess.

10:59 AM

The coffee table and low table were knocked down, and the delicate goblets were shattered into small pieces. Pools of liquid and marks were scattered throughout the floor, making the carpet unclean.

The strong stench of booze combined with the unpleasant odor of human vormit filled the whole room.

It was nauseating!

The only piece of furniture that remained in its original spot was the couch.

At this time, the drunken Wilson was lying on it, clutching a bottle of vodka. He gulped it down eagerly, his face red.

He appeared very unkempt, unlike his usual well–groomed, refined look. His jacket was wrinkled and open haphazardly. His shirt still had signs of alcohol and vomit on it. His hair was untidy, covering half of his eyebrows and angry eyes. He reeked of alcohol, and his appearance was so scruffy that he appeared almost homeless.

He cursed, “Damn it! Gregory, you’re nothing but a lowly lackey! How dare you disrespect me? Wait and see! I’ll kill you, I promise!”

He grew angrier with every curse. He quickly seized a bottle of wine and hurled it forward. It smashed against the wall, exploding with a loud bang

Glass pieces were scattered around and the wine created a large mark on the wall. The entire room appeared more unclean and disordered.

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The nightclub’s front–of–house manager entered, covering his nose. His face showed anger when he observed the mess in the private room.

Although this room was usually for Wilson only, it was still the property of the nightclub. Everything inside, the sofa, TV, and all furnishings, was pricey. Even the carpet was handmade and custom– made. The decoration was far from cheap.

With Wilson’s status, the compensation was not a big deal, so the manager didn’t say anything, but he was still annoyed that Wilson had created such a disorderly mess in his opulent private room.

It would require the staff significant time and effort to tidy up the chaos.

Looking at Wilson, who was drunk on the couch, the manager forced a smile and asked, “Mr. Duarte, are you all right?”

Very drunk and confused, Wilson managed to open his eyes, glanced at the manager, and asked aggressively. “Who are you? What’s your problem? Go away!”

There was a flash of anger in the manager’s eyes. He composed himself and said politely. “Mr. Duarte, your consumption tonight has reached its limit. According to the rules here, you’ll need to pay the bill now before ordering any further!”

The limit?”

Wilson said grumpily, “Are you kidding me? I’m a gold member!”

The club employed a system of membership.

From lowest to highest, there were the standard members, silver members, gold members, platinum members, and the top- level diamond members.

The higher people’s membership level, the more they would pay each year and the better service they could expect.

For example, Wilson was a gold member with an annual fee of nearly 5 million dollars. He enjoyed access to a private room and personal manager, along with other benefits. Thus, he was widely regarded as a top–tier member.

but compared to higher–ranked platinum or diamond members, his treatment was not even noteworthy.

He did not qualify for platinum membership based on his status alone. But his father, Zackery, who held a prominent position

the Duarte Group, would be eligible.

And only a handful of bag shots in Dirke were diamond members here

This proved that the supporters of Pleasure Point held great influence, so even with Wilson’s status, it couldn’t intimidate the

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nightclub’s front–of–house manager.

At most, he would treat Wilson like a hard–to–please guest and be courteous on the outside.

Hearing Wilson’s words, the manager gave a look, and the waiter next to him immediately handed over the bill.