Daddy, don't flirt

Thinking in that way, Jamie lightens up a little. She is looking around as a vase on the windowsill above her is about to fall.
“It seems Wendy made a mistake.” Jamie sighed in relief as she doesn’t find any traces of Dan.
Since Dan isn’t here, she’s going to leave for her home.
When Jamie is about to make a step, there comes a screech, “Watch out!”
Jamie turns around and finds Dan is walking toward her from the opposite lawn, with a sexy fashionable woman. Jamie can see
shock fleeting across Dan’s gorgeous cool face as he darts to her.
He is as fast as a cheetah as his files in his hands are thrown away.
The woman left behind by Dan is startled and stares at the files with widen eyes, then she finds Dan hug Jamie in his arms,
rolling back toward the lawn, just a second before a vase falls and crushes down on the ground where Jamie stood at.
Deeply moved by the scene, the fashionable woman is flipped for a split second. Were Dan a single man, she’d like to marry him
now.
Dan holds Jamie tight in his arms, so Jamie curls up in his hug and remains intact under his protection. Even a trace of grass
can’t be seen on Jamie’s body.
Still, Jamie is shocked by what happened.
The vase just fell to where she stood.
“How are you feeling? Are you hurt? Is baby okay?” Dan checks over her body first to assure she isn’t hurt, then he asks her
about the baby.
Jamie looks pale with fright, even her lips are colorless. As frightened as she is, her baby in her body is safe.
Clenching Dan’s collar tight, Jamie shakes her head.
After assuring her safety, Dan stands up with Jamie in his arms. With his cold eyes, Dan grimly orders a waiter beside him, “Call
your manager here.”
The waiter instantly ran away to find the manager.

Dan’s eyes shift to Jamie, whose face is creepily pale with fright. He gently pats her on her back to soothe her.
Then he glances at the rooms upstairs from which the vase fell down.
The windowsill is a dangerous place for a brittle vase. Obviously, someone took the liberty to move the vase owned by the hotel
and purposely placed it on the sill.
Soon there comes the manager. Taking in all the mess on the ground, he makes his way to Dan and looks at Dan flatteringly.
“Boss Dan, what a great honor to have you here!”
Dan looks at him grimly. “Cut the crap. I want to know who books that room. If you can’t make it, a lawyer’s letter will be the last
thing you see.”
Scared to death, the manager hastily answers, “Of course we will do you justice. I’ll let them investigate the accident right away.
You have my words.”
Dan shifts his eyes to the sexy fashionable woman and orders, “Linda, stay here to watch over for me. And carry out the project
as we have planned.”
“Yes, sir.” Linda nods and watches Dan hug his wife walking away. A fleeting of Jealousy hides behind her eyes.
It must be a bless from God that Jamie Moore can marry such a thoughtful and powerful husband.
Jamie becomes conscious and tugs at Dan’s clothes, weakly saying, “Put me down.”
“Don’t play tough.” Dan frets over her. Although she’s not hurt, he is scared to death.
If he didn’t find her there. If he didn’t notice the falling vase. If he was too slow to pull her aside.
Every time he thinks of the falling vase crushing Jamie’s head, Dan speeds up his heartbeat as if he’s in his nightmare.
He even doesn’t notice there are sweats in his palms.
He can never bear to see some accident happens to Jamie in front of his eyes, not to mention Jamie falls down on the ground.
Dan presses his lips together hard, a dash of violent frenzy accumulating in his eyes, while his cuddle remains warm and gentle,
which isolates Jamie from his horrible mood.

After confirming Jamie’s physical condition, Dan puts her down. Once Jamie stands on the ground, she finds her legs are too
soft to support her body, and she has to lean against Dan’s hug, breathing heavily.
Jamie is so terrified as she knows she won’t survive if the vase crushes her head.
The very narrow scape makes her heart trembling, her lips colorless. Every time she closes her eyes, she can’t help but to
picture it in her mind.
The haunting horror overshadows the survival joy.
“My dear Dan...” Jamie sobs and buries herself into his hug, tears trickling, voice trembling.
“Here I am. Here I am.” Dan gently pats her on her back to soothe her, holding her tighter.
He can sense she is terrified, and so is he, even worse.
Although Jamie is intact in his arms, his thumping heart and deadly fear are still there.
They stand in front of the hotel entrance and hug each other as intently as if nothing can ever separate them apart.
Feeling Jamie’s fear and angst, Dan relentlessly soothes her, and finally calms her down.
After all, Jamie has escaped from death for several times, from deep sea to snowy wilderness. Comparing to those desperate
and deadly situations, the falling vase just a momentary scare.
“Let’s go home.” Jamie sounds gentle with a bit snuffle. She finds she is too weak to walk when she comes out of Dan’s hug.
Dan quickly holds her body and peeks over at the man looking over at them. Dan squints to the man to tip him off, then he says
gently to Jamie, “Okay, let’s go.”
Dan holds her tight in his arms and walks toward the parking lot.
When they get to the manor, Dan’s parents have left. The villa swells with silence. All the rooms are in dark except the living
room.
Dan gets off the car with Jamie in his hug and goes upstairs. He carefully makes his steps light in case Bunny is awakened as he
has to get up early for school.

After turning on the heater, Dan steps into the bathroom to fill the tub with warm water and informs Jamie, “The water is
prepared. Come and have a bath.”
Jamie nods with her pale face, grabbing her pajama in Dan’s hands, and moves slowly into the bathroom.
“Call me if you need help. I’ll be here waiting.” Dan intently gazes at her.
Jamie shrugs her shoulders with blushing and instantly closes the bathroom door.