Give Me A Child
While Arielle had already sabotaged Vinson’s condoms, which sort of ensured that she would get
pregnant, she still wanted to force him to do it willingly. “Sannie…” He felt like he was about to explode.
Why is she…
Holding his neck with her arms, she whispered sensually, “Give me a child, Darling. I want a child that
belongs to us.”
“Can we talk about this matter later, Arielle?” While Vinson really wanted to have sex with Arielle, his
rationality still triumphed over his lust. He didn’t dare to act rashly and agree to her request.
Hearing his words, she was pissed off. Suddenly, she turned around and pressed Vinson down on the
bed. He didn’t expect her to do that, though it did make him even more excited. Without warning, he did
the same, too, and pressed her onto the bed.
In the end, he didn’t let her have her way and that infuriated her. Angrily, she went to the bathroom.
Once she came out, she covered herself with the blanket on the bed and went to sleep. She ignored
everything he said and dozed off.
When Arielle woke up the next day, Vinson was already gone. There was only a note left by him on the
table that read: I’m sorry, Darling.
Who wants your apology? She crumbled the note into a ball and threw it into a trashcan lividly. Then
she washed up and turned on her phone.
Last night, the doctor told her she would receive the examination report on her phone. Yet, it was
almost ten in the morning, and she still hadn’t received it. Maybe the result hasn’t come out yet. She
wondered as she put her phone into her pocket before going downstairs.
“Mom, why don’t you go and have fun with your friends?” she asked when she saw Susanne reading
the newspaper on the couch.
The older woman responded by waving her hand. I don’t want to go. How many of my “friends” are true
friends? Back when Vinson was in trouble, every one of them wished they could stay as far away from
me as possible. Now that he’s back, all of them want to suck up to me again. It’s too late for that now! I
rather improve my relationship with my future daughter-in-law than spend time with them. We can talk
about the gender of her future child, their life, and even plan their future. It’s so much better to stay at
home than spend time doing a bunch of stuff I’m not interested in with those people.
“I don’t want to join them. I much prefer the comfort of my home,” she said as she looked at Arielle. “I
left your breakfast in the oven to keep it warm. You should go and grab it.”
Arielle wasn’t sure why Susanne didn’t want to go out, considering how much the latter used to do that.
However, she didn’t ask the older woman that.
Well, that’s her privacy. I won’t ask if she doesn’t bring it up.
After she finished her meal, she sat next to Susanne and chatted with her while waiting for the report to
come out.
As they conversed, she suddenly recalled Susanne mentioning that she wanted to have a birthday
party. Two years ago, the older woman said she wanted to hold a birthday party the following year.
However, Arielle and Vinson weren’t around last year, so Susanne’s birthday party was further delayed.
When Arielle’s train of thought ended there, she decided it was time to organize that birthday party.
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