Chapter 25 Why Aren’t You Determined When Stabbing Me?
I stood quietly next to Carley, listening to her warning in silence.
Seeing that, she stopped talking, paused, and then said, “Alright then. It’s been a long morning. Go back and get some rest.”
I could tell that she was asking me to leave.
I was supposed to stay here for lunch, yet Carley was angry and asked Dale to send me off. Before I left, she specifically said to me, “If nothing, you don’t have to come here from now on.”
Was she worried that I might come here and hurt Ashley’s baby?
I nodded and walked away with Dale expressionlessly.
On my way, I bumped into Walter, who followed me here. Seeing that I was about to leave, he frowned and looked at Dale. “What happened?”
Dale said as respectfully as always, “Mrs. Carley asked me to send Mrs. Tabatha back.”
Walter was smart, so he probably figured out that Carley was upset and asked Dale to send me away. He pursed his l*ps and looked at Dale. “Go look after Grandma. I’ll take her home.”
Dale paused and hesitated. “If you leave, Mr. Hinton, then Ms. Conner…”
“The doctor is with her. Nothing can go wrong,” Walter said and pulled me out of the old house.
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In the car, I watched the scenery flash by out the window in a daze. Then I heard Walter’s deep, restrained voice saying, “If you hate me so much, why weren’t you determined when stabbing me?”
I knew that he was referring to what had happened in the sideyard. I pursed my l*ps and said lazily, “I haven’t had enough rest lately, and I don’t have enough energy.”
I heard his chuckle, and my hand was held by his thick broad hand. I frowned, subconsciously wanting to pull my hand away.
Yet he grabbed me even tighter, and I couldn’t pull it away anyway. I simply gave up.
Seeing that, he held the steering wheel with one hand and me with the other, and we were silent all the way.
He didn’t drive back to Water Villa. Instead, he stopped in front of a restaurant. I frowned, and before I opened my mouth, he had already parked the car, looked at me, and said, “Let’s go.”
Knowing that he wanted to talk to me about something, I followed him into the restaurant.
We found a quiet comer. After sitting down, he asked the waiter to serve the food and then looked down at the files on his phone.
I frowned. He brought me here just to eat with me?
After a long while, he was probably done with the company affairs, and it just so happened that the food was served. He put down his phone, looked at me, and said, “Give it a go. The food here tastes good.”
He was concise.
I pressed my l*ps, not knowing what he wanted to do, so I simply
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lowered my head to eat. The food did taste good, but I had no appetite
I put down the fork after a few bites, looked at him, and said, “If nothing else, I’m leaving. Mr. Hinton
He frowned when he saw that I didn’t eat much. “You’ve hurt her, and
you’ve vented your anger. Tabatha, you’re pregnant with my baby
Don’t punish yourself by hurting your b*dy. Eat up
While finishing speaking, he glanced at the food on the table. obviously asking me to continue eating.
Yet I had no appetite indeed. Looking at him, I said. “The one pregnant with your baby is Ashley Mr. Hinton, if you are that eager to be a father, Ashley needs your care more than I do.”
He was so pissed off that he actually laughed. His eyes were deep “Aren’t you pregnant with my baby?”
Regarding this topic, I pursed my l*ps and failed to retort him for the time being. I stopped talking and eating and simply chose to sit still. If we were to waste time, and he wasn’t in a hurry to leave, I might as well sit here to kill time
After the long confrontation, he was a bit helpless. “I had no idea that Grandma would interfere. If you’re still mad, you can stab me again, but don’t take your b*dy out just to get back at me, OK?”
Looking at his handsome, dignified face, I really wanted to tell him that I was not pregnant and that he didn’t have to pretend to be such a good husband when with me. Yet in the end, I didn’t tell him. I gave in and then said, “Fine. I’ll eat.”
I forced myself to eat a few more bites. When I was indeed full, I looked up at him and said, “I can’t eat anymore. I’ll throw up if I do.”
Seeing that I wasn’t lying, he picked up the fork and ate the rest. Carley had survived the famine, so she never allowed any of the Hinton
family’s offspring to waste food. Even though the Hinton family was a prestigious family now, they still cherished every grain.
The Hinton family’s upbringing was perfect, and of course, Walter was well-bred. He was outstanding, and he wouldn’t make ordinary people jealous. What was more, he always did things properly and valued kinship and responsibilities. After two years with someone like that, there was no reason I didn’t fall for him. Not to mention that five years
ago…
