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My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 744

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Read Chapter 744 with many climactic and unique details. The series My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) is one of the top-selling novels by Kimberley. Chapter content Chapter 744 - The heroine seems to fall into the abyss of despair, heartache, and empty-handed. But unexpectedly, a big event occurred. So what was that event? Read My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) Chapter 744 for more details.

"Okay, okay. You're right. Our Director Kevin is always right." Karen Daly walked behind him and helped him massage his shoulders. "Mr. Kyle, you've been missing your daughter for so long that you can't sleep, right?"

Kevin Kyle said stubbornly, "I didn't."

Karen added, "Your daughter is just as stubborn as you. If you ignore her, I doubt she would talk to you too."

Kevin's face darkened again, and the blue veins on his forehead were protruding.

Karen continued to say, "She's our daughter. If you are happy with making her feel bad, then just ignore her."

Over the past few days, this man had been thinking too much about his daughter. As someone closest to him, how could Karen not know? She just didn't expect that both the father and daughter were so stubborn that neither of them wanted to contact the other first.

Kevin continued flipping through the documents, but he didn't reply.

"Kevin, when did you know about Jayden's feelings for Karen?" Karen had always remembered that her husband's EQ was extremely low. How could he see through Jayden's feelings for Karen so quickly?

"Because I am a man." His EQ was not high, but his IQ was high. He understood how would a man act around a woman he fancied. Of course, the child who lived under his eyes could not escape from his eyes.

"Forget it. Let them deal with their own affairs. We can only guide them a little."

Karen sighed as she thought about the phone call with Jayden earlier. That child was so smart and so sensible. He must have understood the good intention of his parents.

A relationship between two parties must be of their own free will, and it was impossible to force love.

The weather in Coast City was very good, it was a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius.

Because it was a city close to the sea, there was often a sea breeze, so the air was also fresh. The early morning air was exceptionally refreshing.

Karen Joy Kyle turned over lazily, hid in the quilt, and continued to snore.

When she thought of how her Brother Lionel stayed by her side last night and slept with her, her lips curled up slightly when she fell asleep.

After a few hours of sleep, she still had no intention of waking up, but she was awoken by her buzzing phone beside her.

She scratched her head, and it took her a long time to reach for her phone. She picked it up and saw that it was Uncle Black calling.

Nick Black was her father's personal assistant. Wherever her father went, Nick would be there too.

Karen Joy was very clear that while this phone call was from Nick's phone, but in fact, it was probably from her father.

Last night, her father called her, but she did not pick it up. Instead, she hung up his phone. Her father must have been angrier with her, so he wouldn't call her personally.

She was the one who didn't answer her father's phone, but she felt sad that this call wasn't from her father.

After thinking for a while, Karen Joy answered the call and said, "Uncle Black, how are you?"

She tried to make her voice sound as pleasant as possible. If she talked to Uncle Black like when she was a child, it was possible that he would help her out.

"Miss, Director Kevin wants to see you!" Nick's voice echoed into Karen Joy's ears.

"Dad wants to see me?" Karen Joy guessed correctly. But when she suddenly heard that her father wanted to see her, she still felt a little worried. "But I'm in Country A now. It's not convenient for me to go back."

Nick replied, "Miss, Director Kevin is right downstairs."

"What?" Hearing Nick's words, Karen Joy jumped out of bed. She opened the curtains and saw a limited edition Bentley parked in front of their small courtyard.

Nick had already gotten out of the car and waited for her. When he saw Karen Joy, he laughed and said, "Miss, you're here."

"Good morning, Uncle Black!" Karen Joy said sweetly.

"Morning?" Nick raised his head to look at the sky and said, "The sun moved really fast today. The sun's high up above us already."

Nick spoke really sarcastically. It was already noon, and Director Kevin had already dealt with many important matters since the morning. He probably made a million other dollars, and probably approved many projects already...

"Uncle Black, you're becoming more and more adorable." How could Karen Joy not know what Nick meant? She got used to his way of speaking already.

"Miss, Director Kevin is in the car." Nick pointed to the back seat of the car and gave Karen Joy another look, indirectly telling her that her father might still be angry.

Karen Joy nodded. She walked to the car, opened the door, and said, "Dad."

Kevin was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black suit pants. He sat in the back seat of the car and held a document in his hand. He was reading it with his head down. He did not respond to her.

"Dad..." Karen Joy called him again, but her father still didn't look up, as if he didn't hear her at all.

"Dad!" Karen Joy got into the car and sat beside Kevin. She leaned her little head against Kevin's shoulder and acted sweetly, "Dad, are you going to ignore me for the rest of your life?"

Kevin was still looking at the documents in his hand. He still ignored his daughter.

"Dad, are you really going to ignore me?" Karen Joy knew that she had gone too far this time and made her father very angry, but she didn't expect that he would ignore her like this.

Kevin still did not respond to her. It was as if all he could see were the documents in his hand. He could not see his daughter at all.

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