Quentin cast a cold glance at her, while Vera twisted the cap of the bottle, "Trying to sow discord between and my husband again and again, do you find it amusing? Or do you feel your bleeding toes aren’t tragic enough?"
Nina shivered all over, recalling a shadow more painful than bleeding toes, but seeing Vera now, who wasn’t suspecting her of having an affair with her husband at all, she sneered, "Ms. Sheridan, you truly trust Mr. Kane."
To be honest, Ian Kane really is skillful!
To be able to brainwash the sensitive and suspicious Vera like this!
It was only recently that Nina realized Ian Kane had deliberately left lipstick marks to test Vera’s obedience.
He wanted his ideal woman to live in a perfect illusion.
Why did he treat her as if she was disposable?
And what’s worse, he abused her several tis for that cripple!
Nina was furious, her fingers digging into her palms, and hardened her heart, "Ms. Sheridan, do you really think I was with Quentin in the classroom just now? Why don’t you go to the parking lot and see if his car is there!"
Upon hearing this, Vera’s left ear rang sharply.
"I’m not interested in whoever you’re with." She turned to leave imdiately.
Nina watched her skinny back, stroked her own belly, and with ambition burning in her beautiful eyes, thought, "That man is your husband."
She was pregnant, and with the child in her belly as assurance, she firmly believed Ian Kane wouldn’t dare mistreat her again!
This was also the first ti Nina explicitly ntioned it was Ian Kane, causing Vera to stop in her tracks.
Seeing her stop, Nina continued, "Quentin isn’t my boyfriend at all; he was just a decoy Mr. Kane found to deceive you!"
"I’ve always been forced to act, helping him deceive you!"
Vera’s face remained expressionless as she fished out her phone, appearing to make a call.
Nina guessed that she was about to call Ian Kane, and felt a twinge of anxiety. He still didn’t know she was pregnant, and she wasn’t sure what his stance would be.
With a ntality of taking a chance, she straightened her back, "Ms. Sheridan, do you plan to call Mr. Kane to co and deal with ? Let tell you the truth, I’m pregnant!"
Vera’s fingertip hovered above the call button for a mont, slightly trembling.
In an instant, she cald down and started to leave again.
Nina declared, "I didn’t dare to tell the truth before and played along with his deceit, not daring to defy him! But now, as a mother, the child in my belly is my confidence!"
She knew, Ian Kane now needed a child.
Vera still said nothing and resolutely headed toward the bathroom door.
Nina clutched her hands tightly, staring at her skinny back, "You still don’t believe ? Vera, you look like the protagonist in ’The Truman Show,’ living in a fake illusion of happiness!"
"He and I have been together since half a year ago! That night you fell down the hill, he actually was—"
Vera’s figure had already vanished from the bathroom door.
Nina stomped her foot in frustration, then took several deep breaths.
She would make her believe that Ian Kane had long been unfaithful, with her nature, she would definitely demand a divorce imdiately!
Nina shook off the water on her hand and also left the bathroom.
The space returned to silence.
Only in the clean and tidy n’s restroom, a wisp of smoke slowly rose.
...
Vera stood by the railing, looking at the parking lot outside the dance troupe, under the green sycamore trees, parked was just her family’s Phantom, next to a pink BMW Mini, Nina’s car.
Indeed, Quentin’s car was nowhere to be seen.
At this mont, a fresh mint mouthwash scent mixed with a faint tobacco sll wafted in.
"Honey, what are you watching?" Ian Kane smiled with his lips slightly curving, and his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at her.
Vera smiled, linking her arm with his, "Watching the sunset, waiting for you."
Ian Kane’s eyes were full of doting as he embraced her and went downstairs.
The two went together to the Italian restaurant he had reserved, enjoyed a candlelit dinner, and strolled by the riverside before returning ho.
Shortly after they got ho, Ian Kane received a phone call; his expression turned serious, saying there was so urgent business, and he hurried out.
Vera didn’t think much of it.
Back in the room, she dialed Maeve Holloway’s phone, only to find it’s turned off.
And then she rembered she’s in Corinium for her master’s graduation ceremony, at this hour she must still be asleep.
...
That night, in the luxurious flat located by Ardendale’s riverside, where every inch of land is worthy of gold, the lights were brilliantly lit.
Nina stood by the gigantic floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling night scene, holding a sealed bag with an early pregnancy test stick, glaringly showing two red lines.
She tested for three consecutive days, and it always showed two red lines.
She really was pregnant!
At this mont, a sound of the door opening ca from the entrance. Nina imdiately turned around, excitedly calling, "Mr. Kane!"
The man at the entrance, tall and upright, with deep-set features on a handso face, had a cold expression.
He had always treated her with such indifference.
But he was willing to spend money on her, buy her a car, buy her jade, and even accommodate her in such a huge, multi-billion-dollar luxurious flat, which showed he cared for her.
After all, sex is the foundation of love.
With sex, love would follow.
He would eventually grow weary of that cripple.
Nina walked up to him, her heart pounding like a frightened deer; she cautiously and sweetly said, "Mr. Kane, I, I called you over because I have an urgent matter. I didn’t disturb you and Ms. Sheridan, did I?"
Ian Kane cast a mild gaze at her, "What’s the matter?"
Nina slowly unfolded her palm, nervously saying, "I, I accidentally got pregnant... what should I do?"
Showing a helpless look as if about to cry.
Ian Kane’s gaze landed in her palm, on the pregnancy test stick in the sealed plastic bag, with the obvious two red lines...
The silence in the air was terrifying.
Nina could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
The man’s thoughts were unpredictable and mysterious.
After what seed like an eternity, when Nina thought he might strangle her, or tell her to get rid of it, he finally broke the deadly silence.
"Have you had dinner?" The man’s tone revealed no hint of emotion.
Nina raised her head, looking at him with teary beautiful eyes, gently shaking her head, "After testing three tis in a row, and testing it again when I got ho, I was too excited to eat."
"In the kitchen, there’s, there’s the rib and corn soup I made. Have you eaten yet?"
Ian Kane walked towards the kitchen.
Nina hurriedly followed, "Please, you go rest, I’ll serve the soup!"
Ian Kane glanced down, his tone indifferent, "You go wait in the dining room."
For a second, Nina was dumbfounded, and the next second, she felt overwheld with surprise!
He was personally going to serve her soup, take care of her...
Her throat choked up, and Nina’s eyes filled with warmth, glistening with tears.
He truly wanted this child!
Ian Kane soon returned from the kitchen, carrying a white porcelain pot, and placed it on the dining table.
Nina wanted to help but was stopped by him.
He held a ladle, slowly serving her a bowl of steaming hot rib and corn soup.
It was the first ti Nina had seen him doing housework, looking so handso and charming.
Her mind began to imagine scenes of Ian Kane abandoning his forr life, marrying her, loving and spoiling her.
However, Ian Kane continually ca to make soup for her for several nights, taking care of her, but never ntioned a word about their future...
Nina felt uneasy.
Could he want her to have the baby only to raise it under that cripple’s na?!
That night, seizing the mont when Ian Kane was busy in the kitchen again, Nina secretly recorded a video on her phone, ensuring she appeared in it too, so Vera would believe her.
She even hid in the bathroom, attaching her pregnancy test results.
After editing the video, she didn’t forget to add a voiceover: "Ms. Sheridan, can you see it? Your husband is in the mansion he bought for , cooking soup for !"
"This is my pregnancy test report; though you probably wouldn’t know the HCG levels, as a woman with no sex life, here’s so AI-searched content for you."
"No need to thank !"
After finishing the video, Nina, trembling with her fingers, opened Vera’s WeChat, ready to send it to her.
With irrefutable evidence.
Even if that cripple was brainwashed, she couldn’t deny it!
As the video quickly uploaded, Nina’s whole body boiled with excitent, finally reaching 100%, it settled.
She left the bathroom, heading straight for the kitchen.
At that ti, Vera had just finished her shower and dried her hair. Returning to the bedroom, her phone chid with a WeChat ssage alert.
She sat on the edge of the bed, picked up her phone, and unlocked it.
Just as she opened WeChat, her finger slipped, and the screen began playing a video in full screen...
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