Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 1003: David Dalton Grows Suspicious

"Son, why aren’t you asleep yet?!"

Joan Graham rushed over in terror, glanced at David Dalton, and picked up her son in her arms. "Butler Warren! Butler Warren!" she quickly called back, hoping someone would come to help.

If her silly son kept talking, it would definitely lead to big trouble!

At this moment, Butler Warren, hearing the call, quickly ran downstairs, "Madam, what’s the matter?"

Turning the corner of the stairs, when she saw David Dalton, she quickly composed herself and greeted him respectfully, "Good evening, Mr. Dalton!"

David Dalton looked at their panicked expressions, then glanced at his silly son, and calmly started walking upstairs.

After just a few steps, he said without turning his head, "I’ll be working overtime from now on. Make sure Ethan is put to bed on time, and don’t let him wait for me here."

"Egg..."

Joan Graham acted quickly, covering her son’s mouth!

David Dalton’s brow furrowed slightly, and he paused.

Both Butler Warren and Joan Graham felt a sudden tightness in their chests from fear!

"What did he just say?"

David Dalton stopped on the stairs and turned his gaze back, recalling what Ethan Dalton first mentioned about the cake, and vaguely thought of something.

"But he really misses you!"

Quick-thinking Joan Graham smiled and said, "He’s been fussing about waiting for Dad! He’s been worried about you and just won’t go to sleep!"

At this point, Butler Warren also nodded vigorously with a smile, "Yes, yes, young master has been waiting for you, refusing to sleep. He loves his dad very much."

David Dalton looked at them and chose not to dwell on the matter.

His eyes flickered, and he continued to climb the stairs, maybe feeling a bit tired.

Joan Graham and Butler Warren exchanged looks and finally breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts pounding.

Once the footsteps on the stairs faded away, Joan Graham squatted down!

She squeezed Ethan Dalton’s shoulders, her gaze steadfast, and urgently whispered, "Listen to me, do not mention the cake!"

"..." Her son didn’t understand anything, staring innocently with his big eyes, only feeling that his mom was terrifying.

It was unclear whether he understood or not!

"Oh dear, you teach him!" Joan Graham lost her patience and wanted to go upstairs to see David, instructing, "Make sure the photos remain a secret!"

"Okay, okay..." Butler Warren of course understood the seriousness of the situation, "Leave it to me, I’ll talk to the young master!"

If Mr. Dalton blew up, a storm would definitely ensue in this family, especially since it was a second marriage.

Joan Graham quickly went upstairs, wearing a sexy nightgown, entered the bedroom with a heart full of anxiety.

She saw David Dalton taking off his jacket, casually throwing it onto the sofa, then he went into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of water, she went to the sofa, picked up the jacket, and sniffed it—there was no perfume scent... does Mia Lane not wear perfume?

The bathroom door suddenly opened, David Dalton came out, seeing her actions.

Joan Graham turned her gaze, shocked! Almost frightened to death by him.

Their eyes met, David Dalton’s gaze deepened, and when Joan Graham wanted to explain, he said nothing, grabbed a towel and went back into the bathroom.

Holding the jacket, Joan Graham was trembling inside.

Somehow, even though he was the one cheating, she felt guilty here.

Only after the water stopped did Joan Graham regain her composure, feeling a deep sense of defeat.

When David Dalton came out wrapped in a towel, he finally took a serious look at the unusually dressed woman tonight, the nightgown with thin straps, a low-cut design, pure white gauze.

Joan Graham, under his gaze, felt a bit uneasy. She had drunk quite a bit of wine, and under the dim light, looking at the man she loved, she felt slightly tipsy.

But she was still rational, couldn’t be annoying, had to seize the opportunity to act.

"What cake?" David Dalton approached her, seemingly drying his hair, yet coldly asked.

The sudden question tightened Joan Graham’s chest! Nervously, she looked at him.

Actually, while David Dalton was in the shower, he was contemplating his son’s reaction. Clearly, there was no cake, yet he was crying.

Seeing the woman not answering, the man stood still in front of her, pausing his action of drying his hair.

David Dalton, with furrowed brows, asked bluntly, "How do you know what’s going on in the company?"