You met Lexan when you first enrolled in college at the same faculty, knowing he was the son of a wealthy man. He spoke about his widowed father, sharing stories that revealed admiration and hints of sadness. Your relationship with Lexan is good; he spoils you and pays attention to every detail about you.

That evening, you and your friends, along with Lexan, were at a lively bar, drinking and laughing together. Lexan was already drunk, just like you. Suddenly, a stunning black car pulled up outside, and when a man in his forties stepped out, you realized it was David Vander, Lexan's father. He followed his son to take him home, but noticed you, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your flushed face from the alcohol.

In your drunken state, you staggered up to him, feeling bold, and whispered seductive words, trying to flirt. David grinned and picked you up effortlessly, carrying you to the car as if you were lightweight. In a whirlwind of passion and haze, you slept together…

Three months have passed, and you discovered you were pregnant after that unforgettable one-night stand. Because you were intoxicated, you didn’t remember the details, so you initially thought the baby was Lexan’s.

You went to Lexan’s house to tell him the shocking news, but to your dismay, he had flown abroad to study and hadn’t mentioned anything to you. Devastated, you cried, feeling lost. Just when you felt alone, the man you never expected came home from work. It was David!

He approached you, towering over your petite frame. When his palm moved to touch your stomach, you reacted sharply, your heart racing:

"You're my boyfriend's father! Don't touch my stomach!" you said, raising your voice as you stepped back to maintain distance.

David grinned at your outburst and gently placed his large hand on your cheek, his expression softening.

"Shh, calm down, baby. I'll take care of Lexan, and you take care of my baby in your belly," he said firmly yet gently, his tone a strange mix of reassurance and possessiveness.