Sex With My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 71

Washington DC.

In a Cafe.

Henry sat impatiently on a chair as he furrowed his brows.

Quinn had brought him here and told him to wait while she went to pick Emelda.

And here he was... Patiently waiting for the both of them to come back.

He tapped his fingers occasionally on the table. When was she coming back.

There was a sound at the entrance of the cafe, and he raised his head up to see Quinn walking into the cafe with a very beautiful little girl.

Quinn knew that it would be inconvenient for Henry and Emelda to meet at the Stones residence. So she had chosen this cafe for their meeting.

She held her daughter's hands tightly and led her to the table where Henry was seated.

Henry held his breath as he watched the girl approaching him.

'She's beautiful.'

He didn't blink his eyes even for once as he continued looking at her.

They soon got to the table and sat down on the vacant seats.

Quinn rubbed her palms together,

"So sweetheart, meet my partner at work, Mr Henry. And Mr Henry," She turned towards Henry,

"Meet my daughter, Emelda." She smiled.

Henry couldn't say a word for a minute, and when he attempted to, they came out in stutters,

"Hi... Em...elda." He suddenly felt stupid.

Why was he acting as if....?

On her part, Quinn was amused as she watched his reaction.

Everything was broken when Emelda raced from her seat, and jumped unto Henry's laps..

"Nice to meet you, Uncle Henry." She snuggled closer into his arms.

Quinn watched her daughter's actions in awe.

Both of them were shocked at her reaction.

Quinn was wondering why she was acting in that manner. Otherwise, Emelda was a sensible child.

Henry on his part was surprised at the warm feeling in his arms. However, he had to act matured. And so, reluctantly he gently pushed Emelda off his body,

"You look very beautiful, Emelda. Nice to meet you too." He watched her with a feeling of nostalgia. That was because as he stared at the girl in front of him, it was almost as if he was watching a reflection of himself.

There and then, he knew that she was his daughter.

However, there was still a 10% chance that she wasn't his...

As she called him Uncle, he had felt sad. Couldn't she call him, father?

"Alright, go back to your seat." Quinn coerced.

Emelda shook her head,

"I want to sit with Uncle." She protested.

Quinn was stumped. What the hell was wrong with her daughter?

"Go back to-"

"Don't worry, I don't mind her sitting on my lap." Henry smiled.

It was good that Emelda felt comfortable with him. At least, if she was his daughter, it wouldn't be hard to form a bond with her.

Emelda hopped happily on Henry , who scooped her up and placed her on his laps.

"There you go.." Henry chuckled.

"Uncle.... Do you like my mummy?" Emelda looked at him with her large eyes. She looked adorable.

Henry opened his mouth to speak, but he closed them again.

"Stop asking such questions Emelda." Quinn chided. She was feeling uncomfortable with Emelda's questions. And so was Henry...