I Am Pregnant

At the restaurant, a middle-aged woman in a delicate cheongsam smiled spuriously, "Given your complicated family background, we wouldn't have accepted you, but my son likes you."

The speaker was Gianna Thomas, Esteban Rollins's mother and Chloe Hurley's future mother-in-law.

Chloe turned to Esteban who seemingly had told his mother everything.

After detecting Chloe's diffidence, Gianna lowered her head, sipped her tea, and raised her chin, "Though not famous in Haverhill City, our family is a scholarly one. We can't let others laugh at us for having such in-laws, nor..."

Unable to bear it, Chloe straightened up and interrupted her, "Gianna, cut to the chase."

Gianna frowned, put down the teacup, and grumbled in shock, "See? As I said, people from families like yours are not properly brought up. How could you interrupt a senior? Didn't your mother teach you manners?"

Chloe furrowed her brows and opened her mouth.

Before she could retort, her boyfriend grabbed her hand and winked at her against speaking anything.

Gianna held her head high, "If you want to marry into our family, you should turn over your salary, take over the chores, and cut all ties with your mother and brother! I know this is a bit harsh, but you're from a terrible family. I can't let you drag my son down!"

Chloe heard the woman out and gritted her teeth.

This was more like slavery than marriage!

This woman insulted her as well as her loved ones. The man next to her, however, showed no intention of speaking up, and her heart sank.

"Is this also what you mean?" Chloe asked, gazing at her boyfriend.

Esteban nodded with a smile, "Gianna is thinking for our good!"

Her heart gave a physical lurch. A pang of disappointment and dismay went through her. In an instant, Esteban's image collapsed in her mind.

Chloe abruptly stood up and stared at the graceful senior, "Gianna, I want to ask you a question."

"Go ahead." Gianna nodded her head.

"Was Esteban born in a rock?" Chloe asked with coldness in her eyes.

"What... do you mean?" Gianna was baffled.

"Is ditching your loved ones a principle that your scholarly family upholds? If so, not only Esteban but you all were born in rocks!" Chloe sneered.

Gianna trembled with rage, "As I said, we can't accept a girl from that kind of family! They're rude, barbaric, and uncultured wretches!"

"Gianna, I'm afraid you're the uncultured one. If people from scholarly families are like this, I'm not impressed at all!" Chloe simmered with rage. No one was allowed to insult her mother.

The mocked woman turned to her son and blubbered, "She hasn't been married into our family and dares to challenge me like this. How am I supposed to live my remaining years?"

Esteban's anger was ignited instantly. He stood up, smacked his hand down on the table, and questioned his girlfriend, "Chloe, mind your speech!"

Chloe had lost her faith in this man, "I'm speaking human language. No wonder you can't understand!"

"Don't go too far!" The furious man raised his hand.

Chloe looked at his palm and curled her mouth. Her smile was cold and ironic. Was this man her so-called marriage partner?

Then she picked up a glass from the table, raised her chin, and stared at Esteban coldly, "If you dare lay a finger on me, 911 will take us away. Tomorrow, I'll be on the news and you'll meet your Maker!"

Esteban was daunted by the coldness in her eyes, and his hand hung in mid-air.

Gianna hurriedly held onto her son's arm and shouted, "Esteban, don't go down to the level of a mad woman!"

Esteban took a step back with visible panic on his face, "Chloe, think twice!"

The corner of her mouth curved up disdainfully. She abruptly twirled her wrist, pouring the juice all over the man!

"Be a man!" Chloe thudded the glass on the table and turned away.

"She's crazy!" Gianna stomped her feet angrily.

"Mr. McNeil." A young man in a suit politely handed a pack of tissue to another statuesque man in a black trench coat.

Instead of taking it, the latter waved his hand. His finger flicked some juice dregs off his coat, his eyes were fixed on the entrance, and his mind was filled with the lachrymal mole on the cheek of a girl he had just seen.

Chloe wandered in the street of Haverhill aimlessly. Her eyes were misty. The tenacity and courage she just demonstrated were no more.

She couldn't go home like this. Her mother would be upset.

Esteban had a good family background and a fine job. They dated for six months, during which he had been very considerate. Consequently, her mother kept urging her to get married.

She understood her mother's wish for her to establish a happy family and not to go on her path.

Chloe wandered around till her feet ached. When she raised her head, a bar named Fatal Encounter on her right came into view.

The corner of her lips curved up. Rather than a fling, she just wanted a rest.

She went in, ordered a bottle of the cheapest wine, and sat down at the counter before calling her colleague and bestie.

"Ivory, come hang out with me." Chloe was suddenly eager to pour out her heart.

"Chloe, I'm watching a film with Corey. One and a half hours later, I'll go join you!" The other party quickly hung up the phone.

Chloe looked down at the glittering screen, pouted, and muttered. "Dicks before chicks at such a moment."

Fine, she would wait.

Chloe poured herself a glass of wine and tossed it off.

She had no idea what kind of wine it was. It was cheap, tasty, sweet, and sour.

Grievances and boredom drove her to drink one cup after another.

Unknowingly she was drunk, and a man approached her with ill intentions. He molested her, but she was too delirious to stop him.

Just then, a tall figure, who had been watching her, came up and pushed the molester away. The latter cursed and walked away.

The big man glanced at the woman in a drunken stupor and reached out to support her.

Mistaking him for Ivory, Chloe threw her arms around his waist with her eyes closed, nuzzled up against his chest like a kitten, and mumbled, "What took you so long? I've been waiting!"

The statuesque man looked down at her and slightly furrowed his brow.

Chloe's saliva stained his lapel.

"Is it really you?" His finger gently stroked a mole on her left cheek, and a flicker of infatuation flashed across his dark eyes...

In her sleep, she had a headache and felt pain in her lower body. Like a small boat in the sea, her body was shaking. When the wind and tide came over, she clung to a tree to prevent herself from falling into the vortex.

She was dizzy for a long time until the pungent smoke choked her up.

Cough... She coughed and opened her sleepy eyes, only to find herself in a strange environment.

"Awake?" The deep voice of a man suddenly reached her ears.

Chloe turned her head and spotted the speaker on the sofa!

Around 27 years old, he boasted sculpted features, thin lips, and a firm chin. Several buttons of his white shirt were left open. His collar was slightly open, revealing part of his robust pectoral muscles. The man looked masculine and vigorous.

His deep eyes glinted with lofty light, which added to his charisma.

Chloe panicked, lowered her head, noticed her naked body, and soon realized what had happened last night. Turned out the big tree she clung to was his neck!

She wanted to slap herself for the drunken mistake. Like others, she tried to drown her sorrows but sucked in drinking capacity. Now what! Something she had cherished for over 20 years was lost spectacularly!

Inadvertently, she saw the logo of Hilton on the bedsheet. Gosh, she was at the most upscale seven-star hotel in the city.

She blushed slightly. The only thing on her mind was to leave before the man got entangled with her.

In a hurry, she grabbed her clothes.

But a big hand gripped her wrist!

"What... do you want?" Chloe raised her eyes hastily and met his deep eyes.

"You were energetic last night, and we've done everything." He leaned over and touched the mole on her left cheek with his finger seemingly unintentionally. A flash of ardency crossed his eyes. Then he loosened his grip and croaked indifferently, "I want to make a deal with you!"

"Deal... what deal?" Chloe dodged and clutched the quilt under her armpits.

Out of occupational habit, she took a glance at his clothes. Each piece was a limited edition of the season, which betrayed his noble status.

Without any large deposit or high-limit credit card, she couldn't afford such items. She had no cars, houses, or factories, thus unable to sell him anything.

She jerked her head up, looked into his cold dark eyes, and thought to herself. Did he want to buy...

He sat back on the sofa, glanced at her body under the bedsheet, flicked the cigarette ash smartly, and claimed confidently, "Stay with me for one year, you name the price!"

Anger instantly spewed up in her.

She turned around, pulled on her clothes, put on her high heels, walked to the sofa with her head high, and gnashed her teeth, "Sir, you found the wrong person. Go out, turn right, walk 500 meters, and then you'll find the right street!"

The street she mentioned was lined with karaoke bars, bathhouses, and pedicure salons. Beyond that, a lot of coquetting women walked the street.

He raised his chin, laid his eyes on her, and sneered confidently, "Think about it, I can give you a blanket cheque, and you're free to write down whatever figure you like."

From that angle, she believed he was observing her curvy body.

Her boobs were overdeveloped during her adolescence. It had been annoying her that men were always attracted to them. Now she was mistaken for a prostitute, which abashed and angered her to no end.

From her handbag, Chloe took out a crumpled 100-yuan banknote, covered herself with the bag, threw the money at his face, and put on airs, "Your reward for last night!"

"What did you say?" The man's face fell instantly while his eyes were blazing with rage.

Her heart thumped with his sullen expression, but she managed to pluck up the courage and raise her fingers, "I know pimps are more expensive, but this is all I have. Why don't you see it as a promotion? I'll give you a five-star rating!"

As soon as her voice died away, his fists were seen clenched.

"Given your short temper, it's certainly not worth a return visit!" She finished her speech and slipped away.

She ran out five hundred meters away from the Hilton Hotel. When she stopped for a breath, her chest was heaving.

God knew how flustered she was. Her palms were covered with sweat. She braced herself against losing the plumes after her virginity. It drained all her energy.

Chloe pulled her hair in chagrin, but what's done was done. There were no remedies, and she had to turn on a new leaf.

She called her mother, lying that cargo arrived last night. She stacked shelves till late hours and had to stay in Ivory's house.

Half an hour later, she stood in the Empress Luxury store in a black uniform and white gloves. Her eyes were blank when she cleaned the dust on the shelves.

She worked there as a shopping assistant. Every day she served those luxury items like her God. After all, each piece was much more valuable than her.

"Chloe, I'm sorry for last night. I stood you up because Corey had me occupied." Ivory Reyna apologized in a low voice.

Chloe did her best to conceal her absent mind, "I know you value your boyfriend more than your girlfriend, so I didn't wait for you."

That man's face filled her mind all morning while the discomfort in her lower body kept reminding her of the shameful thing that she did last night.

"By the way, do you know that our boss has changed?" Ivory dropped a bomb.