All Chapters of Daddy Is A Rich CEO: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Zoey paled a bit, and the old butler gazed at her, wrinkling his brows, attempting to say something, but no words came out from his mouth. She had a kid? Zoey Hart already gave birth?The news was shocking, and he couldn't pinpoint how Ronald, her father would feel in such situation.Zoey pulled the little girl closer, "Shall we get in?"Zara cackled a laughter before her eyes narrowed over to the bodyguard who stood a corner, firm in his steps, instantly, she was drawn to his firm face, his ebony shining blonde hair, and his dark eyes.She pulled her hands closer, but inhaled quietly, before she followed her mother into the car.Soon filled, the door was shut closed, and the bodyguard soon began to drive slowly out of the airport."Mother?" Zara jerked her mother's arms gently, before her eyes moved over to the window, plastering her eyes in between the windows. "Where are we going?""To meet family." Zoey sighed, leaning on the chair, before her mind dazzled around. She was going to

Zoey's heart raced a thousand thought, and she tried to think it again, the father of her daughter showing up from nowhere to claim her daughter.All her life, she dreaded the feeling, the feeling of the father of her child coming in and taking her daughter away. She had dreamt, dreamt it would come true, she had been terrified, and even prayed to God that Zara's father wouldn't even exist, it was wrong to say something like that, but she didn't want to lose her daughter. The thought sent her brain into a million of worry,She trembled, until she noticed her father was looking at her, she finally heaved a sigh, fiddling with the hemline of her dress, before she gazed up to look at him. "Father. I don't know. The thought sounds dreading enough, I am scared." She didn't realized she had tears struck to the corner of her lids, and his firm soft hands grabbed hers. "I don't want the father to come. I just want him to get..." Get what? She didn't even know the answer, the dread, the shiver

For the first time in his life, Dexter had considered the day ill-lucky, that was just his way of addressing to totally bad-bad-bad days.Being in the office had only sparked up his anger, as his pen moved slowly towards the pale sheet of paper, again, with another quiet rumbling, the paper came dashing towards the bin, a slight crack of bundled up paper dished in the bin.The only distraction in his mind was the ticking of the clock on the wall, when he was younger. He had studied the clock very much that even his late mother back then wondered if he wanted to become a clock teacher.And, seven year old Dexter had said to his mother. "Mommy? Is that possible? If so, I want to become one."The determination had been in his eyes, but if only seven year old Dexter knew he would ended up being one of New York's successful lawyers.And, now, he was on his way to a damn meeting in a firm for lawyers, what the hell? But then, knowing he had no other choice, he attended.Presently, his hands

All she just wanted to do was talk to him, maybe have a deep conversation with him, she had gathered all the courage to speak, but now seeing his hefty eyes, she bit her tongue, the words escaping her lips.He peered down at her, his stare crazy cold, it brought the shivers down her weak spine. "Miss. Hart?" The name rolled out of his lips like disgust. "If you have nothing to say now, I would like to take my leave." He almost shoved her away, but immediately, she grabbed his hand, her eyes pleading. He finally turns to look at her, with a raised brow."Dexter. Please wait." Her chest heaved up slowly, and her breath grew rowdy, he finally stopped and casted her a long look."What do you want, Miss. Hart?" He finally asks, this time not in a hurry to leave, he leaned against the wall, his legs crossing over the other, but his gaze never leaving her even for a second."It's not Miss. Hart for goodness sake!" She tried to keep her voice in check, but it failed her, it failed her badly,

Zoey didn't know why, but those words had sounded terribly cold to her ears, even though it was Thanksgiving period, she felt like puking, she couldn't look at them in the eye, everyone wasn't awestruck, it was like they had knew her from the start and they what? They approved of the woman There was still some kind of guilty feeling that played in her chest whenever she remembers what she did that night, and now, it was coming back, flooding through her brains, and now, the younger sister of whom she had put in jail was seating right in front of her, her jaws clenched together. She couldn't feel her hands, everything was unexplainable, it was tense, her fingers only moved towards the plate, she couldn't even dare to take a bite, they all sounded foreign to her, and the worst part everyone was chatting happily, she swore she neither heard a word, everything was coming to her brain like gibberish. She remained there, even when they all went to the living room. Stella had tapped her han