Chapter 4 Is The Child Really Mine

Only a few people dared to look John straight in the eye like what this woman was doing. He had to admit he was impressed.

He prided himself in being able to read people through their eyes, but just now, he couldn't make out the complex emotions he saw in hers.

Seeing she was struggling to breathe, he loosened his grip, but his thumb began to caress her silky smooth neck.

He brought his face near hers. "Is the child really mine?" he snarled at her.

Some color came back to Tasha's face as now she could breathe easier. "Yes," she replied, matter-of-factly.

"But I don't even know you, much less had relations with you!" he spat out. He gritted his teeth in exasperation.

Tasha just smiled coldly at John's frustration. "The child is yours, all the same."

John's face darkened. His voice took on a menacing tone. "Stop lying or I really will kill you," he hissed angrily in her ear.

Tasha couldn't stop herself from shivering at the feel of John's warm breath on her nape. She just wasn't sure if it was because of his disturbing heat or the chill in his words.

Tasha looked down and said nothing.

Thinking she was finally cracking, John lifted her chin and glared at her delicate face. "I'll ask you again. Is the child really mine?"

Tasha smirked. "I wouldn't be able to fake a blood relationship." She kept her eyes on his face provokingly after she turned her head to get rid of his hand.

Obviously, she wasn't backing down on her ridiculous claim.

With that, John stood up slowly. He looked down coldly at the woman in drenched pajamas before him.

"I suppose you really do have a death wish. Well, then. Allow me to do the honors."

At that moment, Mike, who had been eavesdropping outside all this time, burst into the room in a panic.

"Don't do it, John!" he shouted, rushing over to his friend.

Tasha turned to look at the newcomer. As soon as she saw Mike, she immediately recognized him from her investigation materials.

Mike was the CEO of the M Group, short for the Model Group, and a good friend of John. But he tended to be in the headlines because of his romantic affairs.

John glanced momentarily at Mike before turning back to Tasha. She seemed panic just now, but after Mike showed up, she again wore the same impassive, stubborn expression.

John slit his eyes warily at her. It seemed he had underestimated this woman.

"Let her go," Mike pleaded as he stood next to John.

"Why should I?" John answered gruffly, frowning at him.

Mike felt a flicker of embarrassment before admitting, "She's Luna's friend. I can't just watch you kill her, can I?"

"Luna?" John titled his head, trying to place the name. "You mean the woman you've been chasing after for three years? With all your womanizing, you still haven't managed to win her affections?" John demanded.

Mike's ears turned red. He felt a little embarrassed. Luna had been his secretary for three years, but he had never even been able to so much as touch her hands.

John had never seen Mike this way before. He probably really liked this Luna.

John sighed heavily and took a step back. "Fine. I'll let her go on the condition that she will hold a press conference as soon as possible to take back her lies."

Mike nodded eagerly. He squatted down in front of Tasha to persuade her. "That's quite reasonable, right, Miss Su? You're already popular and wealthy as a supermodel. You don't need to get entangled with the Gong family."

Tasha fixed her steady eyes on him. "He is the father of my child," she repeated firmly.

Mike fell back in desperation and stared helplessly at Tasha. What a stubborn woman!

He stood up and crossed his arms, at a loss of what to do. He turned his exasperation on John instead. "Are you sure you've never met her?" he cried out.