Chapter 236: Chapter 236: I’m Pregnant (40)

But he insisted against it, "It’s nothing serious, just need some rest."

"You say it’s nothing, and it becomes nothing? You need to go to the hospital, what if it’s something serious and then it’s too late to regret? For your life and mine, we have to go."

His excuse turned into a reason to visit the hospital.

In the end, they went.

After some tests, it really wasn’t anything.

They headed out from the hospital to meet with Jacob Green.

A private room in a deluxe entertainment club.

Excellent soundproofing.

By the time they arrived, Jacob Green had already sipped half a glass of wine.

Lucy Eaton felt uncomfortable from the moment she entered. Though she barely glanced at Jacob Green, she was aware that he kept looking at her, intentionally or not.

The gaze was excessively intense.

Listening to the two discuss business matters, she found herself actually paying attention.

Classical music filled the room, maintaining a relaxed atmosphere.

It lasted for nearly an hour, Elliot Gill was half drunk, yet Jacob Green remained clearheaded.

Under the influence of alcohol, Elliot shared news that was supposed to be announced half a month later.

"Here’s a piece of good news for you, Mr. Green," Elliot chuckled, "I’m going to be a father soon."

Jacob Green’s eyes darted to Lucy Eaton, who dared not meet his gaze and looked down at her phone.

"Oh? This is the first I’ve heard of it, how long has Miss Tia been pregnant?"

"Two and a half months now."

Jacob Green worked out the dates instantly and accurately.

He nearly dropped his wine glass and then smiled, "This is truly wonderful news; congratulations, Mr. Gill and Miss Tia."

Lucy Eaton’s heart skipped a beat; she knew he surely believed it was her and Elliot’s child.

She sighed inwardly; indeed, what’s meant to come will always come.

"It’s late, we should head back." Elliot stood up, his dizziness causing him to instinctively step back two paces; Lucy Eaton reached out to steady him.

"I’ll take you back."

"No, no," Elliot waved him off, "You’ve been drinking, can’t drive, Tia will drive."

"You can barely stand, she can’t support you," Jacob Green disregarded objections and took Elliot’s arm, leading him out.

Lucy Eaton drove Elliot’s car, while Jacob Green’s car was driven by a bodyguard.

They arrived at Newhope Commons.

Jacob Green helped Elliot up to his apartment on the 12th floor.

Elliot, having had some tea, was overwhelmed with weariness and was about to drift off to sleep in no time.

"Mr. Gill, I’m leaving now."

"Alright." He replied weakly.

As the door closed, Jacob Green’s gaze fell on Lucy Eaton’s face.

The child was obviously his, and Lucy Eaton inexplicably felt guilty, "About... the child..."

Jacob Green didn’t respond and instead went to another room to look around, eventually entering her bedroom directly.

Lucy Eaton hurriedly followed, closed the door, and whispered, "That child..."

He approached her with an indifferent gaze, "You should’ve told me earlier."

"The child isn’t his."

"Then whose is it?"

Her voice caught in her throat, unable to claim it was Jacob’s. After all, they hadn’t been together that long, and he hadn’t lost his memory; if she said it was his child, it would surely raise doubts about her identity.

"Why aren’t you answering?"

"It’s a question I don’t want to answer, you should go." She turned her back to him.

Jacob Green hadn’t expected that, at this critical juncture, she still didn’t want to come clean. He couldn’t figure out what was so difficult that hindered her so much.

He suddenly embraced her from behind, "I won’t ask anymore. Since there’s a baby, take good care of it."

Lucy Eaton turned, looking at him suspiciously, confused by the fact that instead of storming out angrily, he said that.

It was too unlike him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"This isn’t your usual reaction."

Jacob Green lowered his head and kissed her, "Indeed, it’s not my usual reaction because I was pretending."

Lucy Eaton looked at him in bewilderment, "Why would you pretend?"

"Wanted to test who’s better at acting." His hand tightened around her waist, "Carrying my child and not letting me know, what are you planning? Traveling to the stars or the moon?"

Lucy’s heart leapt to her throat, he knew...

Jacob Green actually knew...

He’s recognized her.

But she dared not ask him.

"Want to ask how I know?"

"Don’t want to know."

Jacob Green scoffed inwardly, all pretense.

"Remember the first time you came to the hotel looking for me?"

"I remember."

"You fell asleep, I used a drug to remove your disguise, saw your true face." He added, "My wife, I would recognize you even if you turned to ashes."

Lucy Eaton’s eyes grew misty, "I’m not your wife."

Jacob Green didn’t mind her denial, "Legally, you’re indeed no longer my wife, but in my heart, you’ve always been and always will be. It doesn’t matter if you don’t acknowledge it because you are just you."

Lucy Eaton’s tears welled up, she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

"Don’t cry, I know you wouldn’t choose to hide your identity unless you faced great difficulty. I’ll wait for the day you’re willing to be honest with me, no matter how long it takes."

Lucy Eaton buried herself in his arms, unable to say a word.

——

Flora Palmer was just returning from a walk outside when Arthur Bennett arrived.

"Here."

Flora took a white bottle from his hand, puzzled, "What’s this?"

"Pills that make the baby in your belly grow faster."

Upon hearing this, Flora immediately tossed the white bottle back to him, "Where did you get such a drug? The fetus needs to grow naturally to be healthy, I won’t take it."

"Relax, this medicine has no side effects, and the child in your belly is also mine; would I harm him?"

Arthur gently sat her down, softly holding her hand, "Flora, I need the baby to be born sooner, yet I also want him to be full-term."

"Arthur Bennett, do you realize all medicine has some toxicity?" Flora almost wanted to slap him across the face, "What are you thinking? You can’t wait a few months? I absolutely won’t agree to this, don’t even think about it."

Seeing her react so fiercely, Arthur had to abandon the idea.

"Fine, don’t take it then."

Seeing him concede, Flora’s anxiety finally disappeared completely. With each passing day, her desire to leave the Presidential Mansion grew stronger.

"I’m going to freshen up."

He followed close behind, and when squeezing toothpaste, Arthur couldn’t help but ask, "Can you fulfill my needs tonight? I’ll be gentle."

"No." Flora righteously refused, "What if it hurts the baby? I think you wouldn’t want anything to happen to him either."

Arthur’s expression cooled, "I said I’d be gentle, it won’t be a problem. Now you’re not even letting me touch you; do you hope I find another woman?"

Flora was simply amused, "Even when I let you touch me, you didn’t say you wouldn’t go looking, did you? Otherwise, how could Stellan Quinn end up in your bed? Go if you want to go; there’s no need to use me as an excuse. I’ve long known what kind of husband you are."