The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 271 Cross your Heart

Blinking her eyes, Susan looked quizzically at Julian.

After a long while, she reached out and touched Julian’s forehead.

"You don’t have a fever, but why are you acting so weird?" Susan mumbled.

The tips of Julian’s lips twitched as he hissed, "Susan!"

"Alright, alright," Susan hastily said, "I understand. I promise I won't get angry at you even if you eat my favorite durian."

The doctor said she had to take care of her sugar intake, so Julian had been forbidding her from taking i n too much durian. Other than this, Susan could not think of anything else that made him feel unhappy.

"Well, thank you, then," Julian said, looking helplessly at Susan.

"You're welcome," Susan replied, offering him a genial grin.

Julian stretched his hand out for her head and tousled her hair affectionately. Then, he said, "Susie, I have a meeting soon. Do you want to go home first?"

"Well, it has been a long time since I last came, so I guess I'll wait for you here," Susan replied.

"Okay, then. Take care of yourself." Julian nodded.

After that, he went to his meeting and left Susan alone in his office.

Susan paced around the office, trying to look for something interesting but could not find any. Bored, she threw herself onto the couch.

Rolling on the couch, she sighed, "Hmm, the couch in Julian's office is really comfortable."

The couch was soft, and she felt as if she was sleeping on a cloud. The afternoon sun shone in through the window, caressing her body with its warm finger and she felt drowsy and content.

She yawned and then she fell asleep.

It was nearly the end of the year and there were a lot o f events going on. By the time Julian finished his meeting, two hours had passed.

Fearing that Susan might get bored, he rushed back to his office only to find that she was fast asleep. He breathed a long sigh of relief and walked up quietly to her. He stood beside the couch and his heart melted a s he admired her sleeping face.

After that, he went to get a blanket and covered her up although the temperature in the office was comfortable.

It had been three months, and the baby bump was starting to show, though it was barely noticeable.

Julian looked at her for a moment, when all of a sudden, pain flared in his eyes.

He was caught in between the demon and the deep blue sea right now. He did not know whether or not he should get rid of the child. After all, both he and Susan was very much looking forward to the day when the child was born. However, if he kept the child, the consequence was that something might happen to Susan during the labor process. He was certain that h e would be very devastated if something bad happened to Susan.

Susan’s eyelashes twitched when she realized someone was standing beside her. Just when she was about to crack her eyes open, she suddenly heard Julian saying something in his deep voice.

"Baby, it's all Daddy’s fault."

'Hmm? What is he talking about?' Susan got curious, s o she decided not to open her eyes first.

'What’s wrong with Julian? Why is he apologizing to the baby? What happened to him?'

"If possible, Daddy also wants to see you born and watch you grow up, but...” Julian sighed, but he did not continue.

'Why doesn't he continue?'

Susan’s eyelashes flickered again as she willed herself not to open her eyes yet.

However, Julian was not going to say anything more, much to her dismay. After he helped to adjust the blanket on her, he then returned to his desk and

started working again.

Susan grew even more curious now.

'What happened to Julian? The baby is fine, and the due date is at the end of summer. Why does he sound like he doesn't want the baby to be born?'

Her heart did a somersault under the cage as a bad hunch rose from her stomach pit.

She knew Julian would not tell her the truth. As such, i f she wanted to know what was going on with Julian, then she had to find it out herself.

She pretended to be asleep for another half an hour and then she opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched her body as she got up from the couch.

"Are you awake?" Julian asked, "Have you slept well?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Susan replied, "Yes. This couch is such a nice spot to sleep."

"I still need about half an hour to get my stuff done. Can you wait for me for a while longer, and then we can go home together?" Julian said.

"Sure," Susan replied with a smile.

When they were in the car, Susan stole a few glances a t Julian. He was wearing a serene expression on his face, and Susan began to wonder if the sorrowful mumbles truly existed or if she was just dreaming at that time?

However, Susan soon dispelled the doubt. She was very certain that she heard the sigh. Julian must be hiding something from her, but what was it?

The question remained rooted in her head and her brows were locked in a deep frown. She could not shake the question off her head no matter how hard she tried, and there was a voice yelling at her telling her to question Julian.

It was pretty difficult to ignore the voice, and in the end, she gave in to the voice. When both of them were on the bed, she turned to Julian and asked, "Julian, are you sick?”

Julian was taken aback by her unfounded question. H e replied, "No of course, what makes you think that I'm sick?"

"Nothing. Just forget about it," Susan sighed, her heart in her mouth.

She thought and thought, and countless ideas and conjectures flashed across her head, but none of them were convincing enough. She had no idea what Julian was hiding from her, and all of a sudden, an idea popped up in her mind.

'Could it be that Julian has gotten some kind of terminal illnesses? That’s why he would sigh and say he could not see the baby be born?'

Susan felt this idea was closest to the truth.

Julian did not want her to be worried about him, so he was trying to shoulder everything himself.

The more Susan thought about it, the more likely she felt it was. Tears began to well up in her eyes rapidly and her vision blurred.

"Susie, why are you crying?" Julian was startled when he saw Susan was crying. He quickly went forward and handed her a few tissue papers.

"Please be honest with me, Julian, did you get any terrible illness? Are you dying soon?" Susan looked at Julian with her eyes filled with tears.

Julian was caught between laughter and tears. "Why d o you think I am sick, Susie?"

"Can you swear that you're not sick?" Susan looked at him. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I swear," Julian said without any hesitation.

"You are not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you."

"Follow after what I said. If I lied to Susan, then..." Susan pressed on.

Julian:"...”

"Say it," Susan urged.

Left with no other choice, Julian could only follow.

After he finished swearing, only then did Susan felt a little at ease. After all, it would be a great loss to Julian if he really lied to her.

"Why did you cry, Susie?" Julian wiped off the tear that dangled at the corner of her eyes.

"It's none of your business." Susan shot him a glare and turned around.

She still had to figure out if there were any other reasons if it was not the fact that he was sick.

Or, did she really hear it wrongly while she was sleeping just now?

Susan sank into her own thoughts again. Julian did not think too much.

Pregnant women tended to be more emotional due to the fluctuation of their hormones, and Susan had been very sensitive since she got pregnant. She would cry once or twice every month, so he was used to it.

Pregnancy was really a tough process for a woman.

Julian's eyes grew deep as he looked at Susan.

No matter how reluctant he was, something just could not wait. The more he dragged on, the more serious the problem would become.

'Susie, I hope you won't hate me when the time comes. You have to believe that my pain will only be more than yours.’ 1

Julian lay down. He seemed to have fallen asleep, but his heart was in such pain as if it was being burned in the purgatory.