The Fate of Love

Chapter 19 Do You Want to Leave?

"Maybe I will be unemployed for a while!" I decided to wait until it grew older.

"Indeed!" She thought for a while, "You should take a good rest after working with Samson for so many

years. Fortunately, I have saved enough money for us!"

I laughed, "Don't worry, even if I divorce Samson, I still have savings." The villa was left by grandpa.

Even if Samson gave it to me, I would not sell it. As for the shares, I hadn't figured out how to deal with

it yet.

After chatting for a while, I hung up the phone, leaning around the floor-to-ceiling windows for the

scenery quietly.

I had to think about the future.

Suddenly Samson occurred behind me when I looked for a coat.

I was shocked in a cold sweat, "You...didn't go to the company?" I had no idea if he had heard what we

talked about just now.

He looked at me gloomily, "Where are you going?"

He must hear something, "What are you talking about?" I temporized.

Seeing him approaching me, I was a little flustered, not knowing what to do for a while. So I suddenly

covered my abdomen, "Oh, I’ve got a stomachache!"

Meanwhile, I squatted down.

He frowned, "Go to the hospital!"

I:…

Was I shooting myself?

"No..."

I refused so quickly that he seemed to find something wrong, "Sharon, you seem don't want to go to

the hospital?"

"No..." At this point, I turned to be sad, "I'm afraid of lying on the operating table without any feeling!"

He visibly stiffened, then took me out of the bedroom.

I thought he was going to take me to the hospital, so I begged him, "Samson, I really don't want to go to

the hospital!"

Besides, it was not really a stomachache.

"Go down to eat something." He glanced at me coldly.

For a moment, I couldn't tell the felling. The rescue yesterday and compromise today made him

warmer than before.

Humans are very greedy.

Leaving me at the dining table, he went into the kitchen before coming out with something in his hands.

I originally thought it was porridge, but I didn’t expect it to be the eggs with brown sugar. Then he said

to me, "Haden will come over to see you in a while, so you don’t need to go to work. Although the

project of Dean Lion is completed, you still have to bear the loss on your own for the delay. Stay at

home today and take a good rest!"

Then he went out.

When did he... when did he change his attitude towards me? After pregnant...

Looking at the eggs, I didn't move for a long time until Haden came.

He said, "You don't have to be so deliberate eating this now, no taboo, you can eat whatever you want."

I regained my senses and saw him standing there.

I quickly got up, "You are here!"

He just gave me the medicine, "You should take it three times a day for 21 days. Don't drink alcohol

again. It will cause embryo growth retardation or malformation. In addition, you may be ready to the

hospital for filing and regular birth check."

I nodded, "Thank you!"

He continued, "I suggest you staying here now. Maybe you can confess with Samson. He intends to

keep the embryo and will solve other things!"

I knew it was about Carol Lucinda.

I never asked about their relationship, but at this time I couldn’t help but ask, "Samson must love Miss

Lucinda very much!"

Haden sat down, "It has nothing to do with love. You should tell him the truth. He can handle it in his

own style." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

In what style?

I didn't ask this. Everyone had their own mindset. Anyway, the child would be raised by myself.

Now grandpa was gone, I had no confidence in how long I could keep him around me.

It was not wise to take a risk with the baby.

After being silent for a while, I said, "I will trouble you about the embryo. At for others, I have my own

plans. Thank you, Doctor Reagan."

Haden frowned slightly.

He sighed, "I’m busy this afternoon. Remember to take the medicine, I have to go."

I really had no appetite. Maybe it was too early to have morning sickness.

Back to the bedroom, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

After a long time, "It's me, Carol Lucinda!"

I wondered, " What’s up?"

"Let's have a talk! I sent the address to your phone."

She then hung up.

What did she want?

It should be about Samson.

But, why was I like a puppy? Looking at the address, I leisurely sent the screen shot to Samson, "Miss

Lucinda asked me to have a talk. I’m afraid of beating her again, so I refused."

Soon Samson called back.

I answered leisurely, "What’s the matter, Mr. Finn?"

Then I could clearly feel that the man was upset, "Where are you?"

"At home!"

"Hmm!" After a pause, he said, "Stay at home!"

I nodded, "I see."