Jorge rushed towards Miley who was inside her office. She was sitting on her chair and still sniffling when he entered. As soon as she saw him, she lost control over herself and her eyes teared up again.

“What happened? What’s going on?” he asked as he ran towards her. He was so worried that he inspected Miley from head to toe, thinking she was hurt somewhere. Miley was still sobbing and couldn’t say a word.

He kneeled in front of her and with a worried expression asked again, “Miley what is it? What’s going on? Why are you crying? Are you hurt somewhere? Is something aching in your body?”

He kept asking. His anxiousness melted Miley.

Miley shook her head and pulled Jorge to stand up then she hugged his waist and murmured, “I’m sorry…” Her eyes were full of tears and she was shaking.

Jorge pulled Miley on the sofa and waited till she calmed.

“It’s me who has a problem. I just got the result of our laboratory.”

Miley started with a solemn expression and continued, “I went alone to the doctor this morning since you and Liam were working on something important. The doctor explained the result. I have polycystic ovary syndrome. This explains the irregular cycle and I thought I’m late because I’m already pregnant.”

Jorge’s eyebrows furrowed as he commented, “It can be treated so why are you crying. Geez Miley, do you want to give me a heart attack? I almost flew on my way to you, thinking something bad had happened.”

He lovingly pulled Miley for a hug and added, “We will work things out. It is not that big an issue. You can always take a treatment. No need to cry over it. Everything will be fine dear.”

“I know…it is just that I feel sad over it. All along we can’t have a baby because of me… I know you’re also looking forward to it,” Miley whispered with a gloomy expression because she noticed how Jorge adored kids.

Whenever they would attend birthday parties of friends with children, he always made sure to play with them and like he was also a kid.

Miley broke loose from Jorge’s embrace and looked at Jorge whispering, “I’m sorry…”

Jorge gave her a while as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and said gently, “No need to be sorry, okay? Even if you happen to be barren, it will be no big deal for me since I love everything about you, Miley… The good and the bad, I will accept everything that is you. I don’t want you to feel burdened on things like that.”

Miley was speechless to hear that it would not matter if she could be barren. She approached him and kissed him passionately.

“The doctor said I need to keep fit. Exercise. Making love is a way of exercise right? I’m an obedient patient that follows instructions well so I will start working now. Did you lock the door?” Miley teasingly said as she began to unbuckle Jorge’s pants whose breathing suddenly became erratic.

“Yeah…” he whispered hoarsely.

Miley smiled sweetly before she showered his neck with kisses.

“Why lock the door huh? Did you anticipate this much?” Miley teasingly whispered in his ear. She just realized that she and Jorge never did naughty things such as this in either one’s office.

“Not really… But I’m glad I thought of locking it,” Jorge whispered, already clouded by desire as his hands started sliding inside Miley’s dress, letting his fingers feel the smoothness of her legs before it reached the linings of her panty, slipping his hand beneath it to feel her warmth in there.

“Uhhh…” Miley m.o.a.ned as she too playfully caressed her husband’s hardness. She helped him by totally removing her panty.

“We need to hurry, I have a meeting with the client,” Miley suddenly whispered, recalling her important meeting.

“Alright, we also need to eat lunch,” Jorge added, and with one swift motion lifted Miley on his lap as he rubbed and slid his hardness to Miley’s entrance.

Miley moved and Jorge thrust inside of her with increased intensity, making sure not to ruin Miley’s dress despite the thought of wanting to tear it open that instant and took her n.i.p.p.l.es inside his mouth.

He just touched and cupped it beneath her blouse which was full of buttons.

“Damn those buttons!” he complained with a hoarse voice, making Miley chuckle before she sucked Jorge’s lips instead, savoring his lower and upper lips lusciously until they swell with her sucking.

Jorge deepened the kiss with his tongue probing inside as his thrust increased with great intensity, he sped up, buried his length deeper while they collided with each rhythm giving each other more pleasure as they met halfway.

Soon both reached their highest peak together at the same time. Miley collapsed on Jorge’s chest, both were trying to calm their breathing as both trembled after their climax.

“I’m thinking… You know the other day when I visited Chelsy, I think she and father are you know… Doing this kind of thing already since I accidentally found out he’s been sleeping over there most of the time…” Miley suddenly recalled to comment.

Jorge laughed and said, “They will get married soon Miley and both are a.d.u.l.ts so let them be.”

“I know… What I’m saying is that it just came to me you know… What if Chelsy got pregnant first? Isn’t that a slap to us all including brother Liam? Imagine? Father is too fast and manages to have a baby in his age?” Miley burst. It was okay with her but that felt really awkward if something like that happened.

“We should work harder. I will start my medication… I don’t want father to have a child first before us. He should be a grandfather first and spend time with grandchildren…” She whispered.

Jorge caressed her head and gently stroked her hair as he teased, “Why? Are you going to be envious if there will be another sibling?”

Miley heaved a sigh and said, “I shouldn’t be right? But somehow, I want him to get busy with our children first… His grandchildren…”

“Stop that Miley… It’s not good to think like that. Remember, father, sacrificed enough. It’s time we let him do what he wants. If they happen to have a child of their own… a future sister or brother of yours…

Let’s be happy with an additional number in our family. So what if father’s attention will be on his baby? We can give all the attention to our own baby as parents…” Jorge reiterated.

Miley sighed and whispered, “Still I want to get pregnant first… so be ready. You have to skip work if needed…”

Jorge chuckled and gently pushed her, then pinched Miley’s nose and said, “Noted Mrs. Grey.”

Miley laughed hearing the word ‘Grey’ and scorned, “Speaking of… ‘Grey’ that uncle of yours treated you like someone who isn’t his blood. I hope he won’t win at all.”

“I don’t need him. I have you and Sy family. You are my family…” Jorge grunted with a dim face. He did not even want to hear the name of the bastard because he could clearly recall how that man wanted him inside the orphanage when his parents died. That kind of man did not deserve to rule a country or else chaos would happen.