Falling in Love With A One-Night Stand novel Chapter 339

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Jennie came back to her senses, wiped her eyes, and then asked, "Who is it?"

The person at the door did not respond. Jennie froze and then repeated the question she had just asked. It had already been 1:30 a.m She initially assumed it was a guest. They would visit her if the receptionist could not solve their issue.

However, the person was clearly not a guest. Just when she thought she had heard wrong, she heard a knock on the door again. She then proceeded to move towards the door. Through the peephole on the door, she looked around but saw no one. Just as she was perplexed, she noticed a black shadow obscuring the peephole.

Taken aback, Jennie stumbled. Then, she heard another knock on the door. Seconds later, a piece of paper came in through the door and touched her toes. Jennie was frightened and almost screamed out as she saw a line on the paper: Jennie, how is our son doing now?

Her face turned pale quickly, and she didn’t return to her senses fora long time. In fear, she collapsed to the floor.

The knock on the door woke Ryan up. He was always a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest sound. When he heard the sharp knock on the door, he became uneasy. He got out of bed and opened the door to his room, only to discover that no one was in the corridor.

The waiter sitting at the front desk had fallen asleep. The hotel door Was shut, and no one appeared to have come in. Ryan paused, walked to his mother's room, knocked on the door, and asked, "Are you awake? Mom!" 339 How Is Our Son Doing?

Jennie was silent for a minute before asking, "What's wrong?”

Ryan exhaled a relief before saying, "Oh, | just heard a knock on the door, but no one was there. Did you hear it?”

"No, | didn't hear anything. You probably heard wrong.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Good night, Mom."

"Good night, sweetie.”

Then Jennie heard Ryan walk away. Still standing in the doorway, she looked back at the man sitting on the couch and frowned.

The weak light illuminated his features as he grimaced at her. He said, "What are you afraid of? | just spoke with him. It must have been difficult for you to raise our son alone for all those years, Jennie. How come you never called me?"

Jennie cut him off, "Shut up!" As she was afraid someone would hear her, she lowered her voice, "Ryan is not your son, William. He has nothing to do with you!"

William lifted an eyebrow, then locked his gaze on Jennie and said, "I knew it! He's so young and not even twenty. So, Wayne is my son, | guess.”

Jennie clenched her teeth and said, "Stop talking! That has absolutely nothing to do with it. You've immigrated to America, haven't you? Why are you here?”