Chapter 429 Marjorie Was Pregnant
He raised an eyebrow, his thin l*ps curling up, “I thought you would like it.”
Fed up with him, I lost my patience and blurted out, “What do you want?”
His brows furrowed slightly in displeasure, but it was only for a moment. Looking at me, he said, “Without Sweetie and Kitty to keep you company, I was afraid you’d be bored. So I came to see you, Tabatha. Do you really dislike me that much?”
Not wanting to see his annoying face, I lowered my gaze to the ground and said indifferently, “Ezra, if your days are too comfortable and you want to come here for some discomfort, I can oblige you.”
I clearly felt the temperature in the air drop a few degrees. I thought he would explode, but unexpectedly, after a long while, he suddenly let out a cold laugh. He got up, walked over to me, and squatted in front of me. He tilted his head to look at me and said, “Tabatha, there’s no rush. We’ll take it slow. People, after all, always change.”
I didn’t understand the meaning of his words, looking at him with a puzzled frown.
He didn’t say much more, just squinted his eyes and said, “I came today because I have some good news to share with you, Marjorie is pregnant.”
His words were inexplicable. I frowned, looking at him. But a few seconds later, I read a different message from his mocking dark eyes. Marjorie was pregnant…
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It had nothing to do with me, but he specifically told me, so it must have been related to Walter.
I suddenly remembered the events of New Year’s Eve, and my heart sank. A bad premonition surged up. So, was Marjorie pregnant with Walter’s child?
Seeing that I had finally caught on, Ezra leisurely admired my expression, his handsome face full of vivid emotion. “Tabatha,” he said, “do you think Walter will marry Marjorie? She’s carrying his child, and he’s such a responsible man. He should marry her and give her a proper status, right?”
This man knew how to twist the knife, each word a lethal blow. My heart felt suffocated, and the more I looked at him, the more I despised him. I looked at him and sneered, “Ezra, did you come here just to tell me all this? Just to see the pain of me and Walter, the lovers you’ve torn apart? So what if Walter marries Marjorie? Do you want me to resent him? Or to forget him forever? Ha…”
Looking at him, my laughter became more and more mocking, “You’re going to be disappointed, I can tell you clearly, I won’t resent Walter, nor will I reduce my trust in him by half. I love him, so I firmly believe in any of his choices, and I firmly believe that everything is not what he wants. I understand all his compulsions. If I can’t accompany him in this life, I hope more than anyone else that there can be someone by his side to spend the rest of his life with him. Ezra, people like you, may never understand what love is.”
“Tabatha!” Ezra suddenly stood up, grabbing my neck tightly, probably because I had hit a nerve. His eyes were bloodshot, his crimson pupils staring at me intently.
During this period of time, I had long since stopped being afraid of him. As he choked me, leaving me breathless, I didn’t struggle. I just instinctively grabbed his hand, looking at him coldly, my voice hoarse
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as I said, “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? Something that got you so worked up?”
“Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?” He spoke, his voice harsh, yet the force in his hands lessened slightly.
I remained silent, looking at him indifferently, as if I were watching a helpless, furiously angry little dog.
Perhaps I was too boring in this way, he let go of the hand that was pinching me, looked at me coldly and said, “I really don’t know what love is, but Tabatha, aren’t you by my side? You can teach me, can’t you?”
Looking at the wickedness all over his face, I was stunned. For a few seconds, I thought this man had gone mad.
He straightened up, casually patted his wrinkled clothes, and looked at me, saying, “Since you trust him so much, then Tabatha, let’s wait and see if he trusts you as much as you trust him.”
