Chapter Two Hundred And Seventy-six: The Murderer

Ben was in a dilemma, what had he done? He was just trying to find out how a pup's metabolism worked and not become a father to one! How was it even possible to become a father to a pup? Perhaps if he was sexually active, there could be chances of him fathering a pup unknowingly - in his imagination. 

What nonsense! He hadn't even had his first kiss - Ahh, right with Lia. No, that didn't count. Lawrence had made use of his body and he wasn't a willing participant in that kiss, maybe a little? Ugh, forget that. 

It was exactly an hour after he had taken the pup to his room so his housekeeper didn't find out. That woman would die from the scare, thinking he had kidnapped a kid. And for once, Ben wasn't guilty of the crime - he had not done the kidnapping, rather the victim came to him willingly. 

"Papa," the baby reached out his hands for a hug.