“No way!”
I reject him without any hesitation.
I’m quite serious. My baby will be in danger if he sleeps with me.
He narrows his eyes and raises an eyebrow at me, saying softly, “What did you just say? I didn’t catch
that.”
The words are soft, but full of threat.
I venture again, “I said no. Why don’t you go to Whitney’s? She would love that.”
If Whitney finds out that Frances is in my room, she must going to do something to me. I don’t dare to
take that risk.
“She’s pregnant now. It’s not appropriate, is it?”
But I’m also the pregnant!
Of course I dare not speak it out. He cares for Whitney’s feelings. At least he concerns about her baby.
I’d better get out of here as soon as possible, not getting in the way of the happy life of the family of
three.
“I’m not comfortable for it, please leave me alone.” I look at him and plead.
But it seems that it doesn’t help. He lies on my bed and says in a flirting tone, “I don’t know why the
only thing comes to your mind is making love when I said I’m going to sleep here. Or you want it, don’t
you?”
I blush immediately at his words and get angry, “I’m not as dirty as you are. I’m just tired from work and
not feel good.”
He doesn’t continue to embarrass me but only says gently, “Then take a good rest. I won’t touch you.”
After he finishes it, he really closes his eyes.
But I still feel uneasy. What if I am caught by him when vomiting at night? That would be terrible.
However, it’s obvious that he seems to be unwilling to continue our conversation, so there’s no way to
change even though I wouldn’t like him to stay.
Luckily my baby is quiet in my belly and I have a good and safe night.
In a daze after midnight, I feel I’m in a warm embrace.
My sleep is light, so his sudden approach awakens me immediately. I instinctively cover my belly with
hands.
My whole body tenses up and my back arches like a cat in distress.
Don’t do anything to me, don’t!
I have never been so resistant to the physical touch of his body.
But the truth is that I’m over-thinking it. He doesn’t wake up but just hugs me tightly, murmuring in my
ear.
“Don’t leave. Please. Stay with me.”
My heart flutters.
But soon my mind is clear, since obviously, the words are not meant for me.
I’m quite curious who could it be that he is begging for so humbly? Is it Whitney or someone else?
Who’s the one living in his heart?
I’m eager to know it but I also hope I will never know it.
On the next morning, I wake up in Frances’ arms. Or to be exact, I am woken by something hard on
me.
He wakes too. Then kisses fall on my neck and shoulders, which melt my whole body. I disengage
myself from his arms and get out of the bed quickly.
His lust has been aroused. He will definitely do something to me if I don’t get up now.
“You should go now. Whitney will kill me if she finds you are in my room. Please go for my sake.”
Actually I don’t have much hope that he would listen to me. But to my surprise, he gets up and goes
back to his own room through the bathroom.
Is it a pity from God or that he just loses interest in me? He actually stops reducing me to a hard
situation!
But why, why I’m not happy at all about this?
When I get out of my room, Whitney is two steps in front of me. Frances is seated on the sofa checking
his phone.
He raises his head and says to Whitney, “Since you are pregnant, you should go back to your Jordan
Family, where you will be well looked after.”
The look on her face changes and she says with hands on her belly, “I can take good care of myself. I
don’t need to go back.”
“Lawrence has been waiting for you outside the door. You have no choice.” Frances says coldly.
Seeing Lawrence walking in from outside, Whitney turns pale and suddenly grabs me by my clothes,
crying sharply, “If you force me to go back, I will push her downstairs!”
The look on her face changes and she says with hands on her belly, “| can take good care of myself. |
don't need to go back.”
“Lawrence has been waiting for you outside the door. You have no choice.” Frances says coldly.
Seeing Lawrence walking in from outside, Whitney turns pale and suddenly grabs me by my clothes,
crying sharply, “If you force me to go back, | will push her downstairs!”
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