Housewife Gone Wild

Loose 491

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.”

when I come over?” I always

of baby blockers? You know my size,” Ryan said, sounding a little bashful

phone, switched off speaker, and pressed it to

hang up now. We can talk when we meet.” I was so mortified my toes were literally curling. ‘God, this is beyond embarrassing,‘ Vic thought

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

actually ended the call, then tossed

stood up, ready to

stormy. “Putting the call on speaker are

“No, I just wanted to wrap you up in a

stood up and closed the distance between us, step by

was so freaked out I wanted to bolt, but my feet were stuck to the floor.

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Chapter 491

the moral type. Don’t test me

got

deep, dark eyes boring into me like he might devour me whole. I couldn’t help

and pin me to the couch, so I quickly blurted out, “Ryan’s expecting me for lunch.

respond–he just kept staring at me, his

I hurried over, flung open

it hit me–I’d left without paying for

room, so really, picking up

act like you’ve got standards, people can’t help but

I hopped out of the car and dashed

it was Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee, the exclusive batch from the

rip–off! They’re