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On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 85

On My Professor’s Bed.

Chapter 85.

“Thanks for getting me this.” A bright smile displayed at the sides of Elena’s lips and she stared down at the jade bracelet that dante was now holding.

“Anything to make you the happiest woman on earth.”

“You never failed to amaze me.” she chuckled and spared the bracelet another last look.

“You should read now sunshine. I don't want anything to distract you from your exams not even me.”

His hand wrapped around her waist and he stared into her eyes.

“I… I will daddy. As long as I have you here.”

“You do sunshine. I would be here to help you read through it.”

“Thank you, daddy.” A bright smile secured the bream of her lips and Dante dropped a kiss on her forehead.

*****

Mr Damon Alcantara was seated on the comfy sofa in his private living room with his eyes glued to his phone, inspecting few of the replies he got from his private supervisor regarding Elena’s captivity.

A knock came on the door and he spared the door a glance.

“Cone in,” he replied in his normal curt voice and diverted his attention back to his phone.

The door opened revealing his personal assistant with a file in his hand.

“My lord.” he bowed softly and Mr Damon raised a gaze from his work.

“Any news?”

“Not really my lord. But this arrived anonymously.”

Mr. Damon stared at his assistant hand for a considerable amount of time.

“Hand it over.”

“Yes my lord.” his assistant bowed and handed over the files to him.

Mr Alcantara suspended his work. He dropped his phone on the stool opposite him and he reached for the document, disengaging the brown envelope from the folded white file.

He stretched the files to a length and his eyes scanned through the file.

A shocker ran across his body and he felt the blood in him drying up.

It was the DNA test result consulted by Dante, and it was sent to him anonymously.

“This can't be.” he crossed checked through it. And for the 7th time, it was negative. His jaws clenched and his hands tightened hard around the paper.

And he squeezed tightly, gritting his teeth rightly and smashing the paper to the wall.

“Where did you get this from?” he stood on his feet, panting roughly, his gaze turning dangerous.

“This was uploaded and sent to us on the site. I had to make a printout of it my lord.”

“Ingrite! That person is an ingrate for sending such a dubious message to me. Trash that piece of paper it is not useful to me.”

The air went silent and the only thing that could be heard were the gentle inhale and exhale of the Alcantara. His assistant lurked In the silence surfing for the perfect time to say a word.

“My lord… I think you should make a confirmation of it.”

“You do not have any right!” he sprung to his feet his hands tightening into hard fists and his jaws clenching even harder.

“You do not have a right to help me make a decision! I chose what to do! I know my wife and of course, I know how loyal she is.”

“For the sake of clarity, my lord. I plead that you run a confirmation DNA test from the hospital to confirm if any of this holds the truth.”

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