Page 30 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

"C’mon."

I step out of the car and walk up the steps to my apartment, Dante follows me inside. I lead him to the living room, where Ashlee is sitting on the couch, reading a book.

"Hey Ash," I say, grinning at her.

Ashlee looks up and smiles warmly at Dante. "Nice to see you again," she says, setting her book aside. "What brings you here?"

"I just dropped Ally off," Dante replies, taking a seat on the armchair across from Ashlee. "We were hanging out at my place this morning and we’ll be going to work together today."

Ashlee nods and leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Dante, have you ever traveled to any exotic places?"

Dante grins, sensing that Ashlee is a fellow travel enthusiast. "I've been to a few places, yeah," he says, leaning back in his chair. "What places are you thinking of?"

Ashlee's eyes light up as she begins to rattle off a list of her favorite travel destinations. "Well, there's Bali, for starters," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "The beaches are amazing, and the food is out of this world."

Dante nods, looking interested. "I've heard good things about Bali," he says, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Then there's Iceland," Ashlee continues, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "The landscapes are like nothing you've ever seen before. You can see the Northern Lights, go on a glacier hike, and soak in natural hot springs."

Dante looks intrigued, and I can tell that he's mentally adding these destinations to his travel bucket list.

"Have you been to Japan?" Ashlee asks, her voice softening. "It's one of my favorite places in the world. The food is amazing, the culture is rich, and the people are incredibly friendly."

Dante nods, looking impressed. "I've heard Japan is a great place to visit," he says, his voice filled with admiration.

"Then there's Greece," Ashlee continues, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "The beaches are breathtaking, the history is fascinating, and the food is delicious."

Dante nods, thoughtfully. "Greece is surely amazing," he says, his voice filled with memory. "I’m sure Ally can attest to that."

I stand in the bedroom door and watch them going back and forth and I smile. I’m glad they are bonding in their own way.

Finally, Ashlee finishes her list with a flourish. "And last but not least, there's New Zealand," she says enthusiastically. "The scenery is stunning, the people are friendly, and there are so many outdoor activities to do, like bungee jumping, hiking, and kayaking."

Dante nods again, “New Zealand sounds like an adventure," he says.

As Dante and Ashlee continue to chat about their favorite travel destinations, I finish getting ready for work. Dante offers to drive me there, and I happily accept, grateful for his company. As we climb into his car and drive towards our workplace, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement about what the future holds. With Dante by my side, I know that anything is possible, and I can't wait to see where our travels take us next.

During the car ride, Dante and I talk about our shared love for adventure and exploring new places. He tells me about his past travels to South America and Africa, and I share my own experiences backpacking through Europe and Southeast Asia. We both agree that there's nothing quite like the thrill of exploring a new country and immersing ourselves in a foreign culture.

Chapter fifteen

Sibling Fights

Dante

Isitinmyoffice, poring over documents and reports, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the room. My mind is focused on my work, my thoughts consumed by the intricate workings of the human brain. Suddenly, the door slams shut, and I jump, startled by the unexpected intrusion.

I turn to see my brother, Dylan, standing in the doorway, his face twisted in anger.

"Dante, we need to talk," he says, his voice sharp and urgent.

I'm taken aback by his attitude, confused by the sudden aggression in his tone. "What's wrong, Dylan? What's happened?" I ask, my mind racing as I try to piece together what could have provoked this outburst.

Dylan steps forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "I know what you've been doing, Dante," he says, his voice rising with each word. "I know that you continued with your little secret relationship with that co-worker of yours."

I feel a knot form in my stomach, a sickening sense of dread washing over me. How could he have found out? I thought I had been careful, discreet. But now, it seems that my secret has been exposed, and by the one person I least expected.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Dylan," I say, trying to keep my voice calm and even.

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