After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Edward seemed to have a hunch about who was calling, his brows furrowing with annoyance.

“Go ahead and answer it,” Edward said, as if he were granting me permission.

Being the rebellious type, I not only answered the call but also put it on speakerphone.

When Edward heard Ryan’s gentle voice, his face froze, looking even more sour.

“Vic, when are you coming over? Lunch is almost ready,” Ryan said, his voice gentle with a hint of affection.

Love hung in the air, heady and intoxicating like a shot of whiskey.

I replied softly, “Yeah, I’m almost there.”

“Vic, we didn’t use any protection last night. Did you take the pill?” Ryan suddenly blurted out, dropping a bomb right in the

middle of the conversation.

My head was spinning, and I instantly glanced at Edward–his face looked even more sour, the veins on the back of his hand standing out.

For some reason, I felt so embarrassed. I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, I did. You really have to be careful with these things.”

“Did you… did you not agree with what I said before?” Ryan’s voice dropped, sounding a bit helpless.

“You can’t just have kids willy–nilly,” I replied right away. “Besides, I’m not planning on having kids.”

Ryan seemed to pause for a moment before saying, with a hint of indulgence, “Alright, I’ll listen to you. We can talk about kids

later.”

I always felt it was a

You know my size,” Ryan

my phone, switched off speaker, and pressed it to my ear.

up now. We can talk when we meet.” I was so mortified my

to bring this up, I’d have never put him on

sure I’d actually ended the

stood up,

face turning stormy. “Putting the call on speaker are

I just wanted to wrap you

stood up and closed the

wanted to bolt, but my feet were stuck to the floor. He towered over me, then leaned in close and

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Chapter 491

“I’m not the moral type.

got it. I won’t dare

still seething, his deep, dark eyes boring into me like he might devour

the couch, so I

kept staring at

another second. I hurried over, flung open the door,

back to my car, it hit me–I’d

room, so really, picking up the tab

standards, people can’t help

that in mind, I hopped out of the car and dashed

cost me a small fortune. The staff claimed it was Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee, the exclusive batch from the top 18

a rip–off! They’re on