Chouter 296 Then Child 
Chapter 296 Their Child 
“What did you say?” Emelie asked as she turned around, as if she didn’t hear him clearly. 
The room was warm enough so William had removed his jacket and draped it over his arm. He was only wearing his white shirt and dark–gray woolen vest. 
He was also wearing sleeve garters which emphasized the curves of his muscles, showing that he could both be refined and have an attitude at the same time. 
William knew that she didn’t want to continue the conversation. How distracted did she have to be to not hear what he said when he was so close and said it so clearly? He let out a sort, muted chuckle and said, “Nothing” 
Emelie continued to look at the twins. 
It was true. She did not want to continue the conversation 
However, she didn’t know why William had suddenly said something like that 

That child of theirs. He wouldn’t let her have it even if she didn’t have a miscarriage. He had already given her the answer when she had mistakenly identified her menstrual cramps as a miscarriage. 
She also didn’t want in discuss children with him. It would be very strange and ultimately meaningless. 
The twins had been sound asleep, but when Emelie bent over to get a closer look at them, one of the twins suddenly started to cry. Emelie was stunned and the other twin started to cry too. 
Emelie was quite shocked, thinking that she had woken them up. 
William held her hand and pulled her away from the beds. 
The nanny quickly came over and picked up the children. “Oh, why are you crying?” 
Emelie was just about to answer when William squeezed her wrist. Emelle looked at him, confused. His expression was calm and the nanny also found out why 
“Oh, because you pooped. The little ones are like that. When one cries, the other cries too. My apologies, but I need to clean them up.” 
Emelie nodded. “Sure. Go on, now.” 
The nanny and a maid took one of them each into the bathroom 
Emelie sighed in relief. She thought she had accidentally hurt the children. 
William also said, “It’s not your fault. Why did you try to admit to making a mistake so quickly?” 

“I’m not trying to admit anything. I just wanted to tell the nanny what happened before they started crying so that they could find out why.” 
“To me, you looked like you were trying to argue your way out,” William said. “It’s best to distance yourself. You can explain what happened when they ask you” 
If it was something else, of course, Emelie would have distanced herself. But when it came to kids, she was soft–hearted. She was worried that any delay would cause some kind of 
Consequences. 
She gave William a look. The man could never be a father. He was still analytical and logical, even when children were loudly crying 
Emelie then politely asked, “Why didn’t you take Ms. Allen to see the twins?” 
William looked at her and said, “You’re not with Charles either.” 
“I’ll go down and look for Mr. Davis now,” Emelie said as she turned around to leave. 
William realized that she was using his words as an excuse to leave and laughed bitterly. 
She was making advances toward Charles downstairs while wearing Samuel’s jacket. What an eyesore. 
When Liebe walked past him, he suddenly extended his hand and took the jacket from her. 
Emelie felt the chill and instinctively hamned around to grab it. “Give it back!” 
William used this chance to grab her waist and pull her in, as if she had “thrown herself into his arras“. He raised his eyebrow as he looked at her. “Yes?” 
At the same time, he pulled back his arms so that her body would be even closer to his 
Emelie quickly placed her hands against his chest so that they wouldn’t get any closer. The scent of fresh snow on the man once again entered her nostrils 
She pouted and raised her head. “You wished me good fortune and said that you wouldn’t harass me. What is this?” 
William replied naturally. “You fell and 1 caught you. That’s all” 
What an obvious lie! Enele held her breath and said, “I can stand now, so you can let go of me.” 
Williams’s eyes were fixed on her face as the hand holding her waist started to gently caress the thin fabric of her gown.