Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 39

"My uncle Stuart Jenkins called me recently. He knows my due date, so he was concerned about me and the baby and wanted to know how we were doing.

Lately, I've been dreaming about the baby a lot. In my dreams, she always calls me 'Mommy, Mommy,' and I wake up startled. There are still many things at home that I prepared for her, which have now become painful memories. Stuart suggested that I change my environment to take my mind off things.

However, he wasn't comfortable with me traveling alone, so he suggested I go to Avalonia. I just made the decision recently; otherwise, I wouldn't have renewed my lease today, and I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

Lawrence's face darkened, and he looked down in silence.

I sneered inwardly.

This despicable man, Lawrence, is probably thinking about his next plan now that his previous one has been disrupted.

But, true to his cunning nature, Lawrence quickly regained his usual gentle demeanor.

He even looked at me with a hint of grievance, "Are you really going to leave me alone? What will I do if you go? We've never been apart since we started dating and got married, and now you're saying you'll be gone for a few months. That's too long!"

He acted as if he was being unreasonable, seemingly not wanting me to leave.

"Lawrence, you have to understand me. Staying here always reminds me of the child we lost." I looked at him with tearful eyes. "Sometimes I can't help but wonder, Lawrence, the child passed away, and I never saw you sad. Have you stopped caring about the child?"

"Nonsense!"

Lawrence's eyes flickered, and he denied it without thinking.

"Melinda, you say I don't understand you, but it's because I care about you so much. Knowing that you're sad, even if I'm heartbroken over the child, if I show my vulnerability, wouldn't it affect you even more?

I'm a man; I have to be strong. I don't want to show my sadness in front of you and make you even more upset."

Lawrence spoke with deep emotion, his eyes even slightly red.

I sneered inwardly. Lawrence has a way with words, turning bad into good, but it's a shame he doesn't use it for the right reasons.

"Lawrence, I'm sorry. How about you come with me to Avalonia? The company can be managed by your subordinates, and you can take a break too."

I looked at him with gratitude and then said something very naive.

This made it clear that I had no understanding of the company's operations.

A decision-maker might be able to be away from the company for a week or two without much impact, but a few months would be enough to show my ignorance!

At least, someone as self-important as Lawrence would think so.

He patted my head, "I can't leave such a big company for that long. If you want to go, just go. I'm just worried about you."

Then, as he patted my head, his hand moved down to pinch my earlobe.

My earlobe is quite sensitive.

At least, when I loved him and was attracted to him, the first night we made love, his hand just lightly touched my earlobe, and it made my body tremble and my voice moan.

But now, I no longer love him; I only feel hatred.

So when he touched my earlobe and his warm breath sprayed on my neck, trying to kiss me, I only felt disgusted.

"Melinda, if you're leaving, you should at least satisfy my desires!"

His voice became hoarse and passionate.

But this voice was too familiar.

In the videos I had seen, he spoke to Clara in the same way and touched Clara in the same manner.

"Ugh!"

I couldn't help but feel nauseous and pushed Lawrence away, rushing to the bathroom to vomit.

Lawrence quickly followed, his face darkening in the mirror, but he pretended to be concerned, "Melinda, what's wrong?"

"My stomach feels uncomfortable, and I feel like vomiting. Didn't I just go to the hospital? The doctor said I need to rest, and it's just a mild symptom. You don't need to worry too much."

I felt a physical revulsion towards him, and the vomiting had brought tears to my eyes.

Lawrence saw me like this and probably didn't realize how good my acting was or how much I despised him. He didn't suspect anything.

Then he said a few concerned words, "You should lie down and rest. I'll go take a shower and check on you later."

With that, he hurriedly left.

His footsteps were quick!

I noticed the bulge in his pants and, now that my mind was clear, I immediately understood what was going on.

Lawrence, this despicable man, really can't control his lower half.

Now that he hasn't satisfied his needs with his mistress, he's acting like a horny dog in front of me. It's disgusting.

Also, he suddenly wanted to get close to me because he was anxious about my financial renewal. He wanted to use sex to coax me into giving him the money.

For men, there's a saying that conquering a woman means having her under you.

Lawrence probably thinks the same way.

I can't think about it anymore; the more I think, the more disgusted I feel.

And he said he would check on me later. I'm worried that if I don't comply with his wishes, he might force me, and I don't want to confront him directly.

So, the only solution I could think of was to seek help from Paula.

I found Paula's WhatsApp and sent a message: [How to avoid Lawrence's sexual advances?]

To my surprise, the message was immediately replied to with a question mark.

Paula never uses punctuation like that in her messages to me.

I frowned!

What's going on?

I couldn't help but click on the person's profile.

I thought Paula had changed her profile picture, but when I clicked in, there was nothing in the Moments, no personal signature, and the profile picture was a black and white dark landscape photo.

Paula doesn't like such profile pictures.

So, I was sure this wasn't Paula.

I scrolled through my contacts and found Paula's profile picture, which hadn't changed. It wasn't my fault for the mix-up; their names were quite similar.

But I couldn't remember this person.

As I was pondering who this person might be, they replied again, perhaps because I hadn't responded.

Y: [Pretend to be sick!]

I didn't know who this person was. Judging by the profile picture, it might even be a man.

At this point, retracting the message was pointless. The person had already seen it, and retracting it would seem like I was hiding something. I convinced myself: I don't know who this person is, so as long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassment is on them.

I didn't recognize their name, so we probably weren't close, and we likely wouldn't meet in the future. I'll just pretend this never happened.