Chapter 30 Pregnancy

The silvery-gray sports car left Maple Garden, the residential area where Yuliana lived. The car maintained a high speed on the road before a screeching sound was heard, and the car stopped at the roadside.

The street light above shone on the man’s deep and distinct profile through the car window. His pale gray eyes stared at the front quietly for a moment before he reached out his hand to touch the cigarette pack in the storage nook next to him. He then lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth before lowering the window. Christopher appeared calm as he leaned back in the chair and smoked. However, his thoughts were not visible on his face.

He suddenly lifted his eyelids when his cigarette was about to burn out. He clicked on the address book on his phone, flipped through it, and dialed a number.

The call was connected. Christopher smiled and said, “Mrs. Ford, it’s me, Christopher.”

“Hey, Chris!” the middle-aged woman on the other side of the phone greeted Christopher with a familiar tone. “Are you looking for Leonard? He’s not at home. He’s probably hanging out with Raymond. Why are you not with them?”

The woman on the other end of the call was Rosalyn Ford, Leonard’s mother.

Christopher replied in a jokingly flippant tone, “Mrs. Ford, don’t call it hanging out. We call it emotional contact nowadays.”

Rosalyn was amused by his words. “Yeah, right. Emotional contact, is it? Whatever. What are you calling me for?”

Christopher said, “Because I miss you!”

“Yeah, right. Like I don’t know you.” Rosalyn then asked again, “Well? Tell me why you’re calling.”

Christopher was silent for a few seconds before saying, “It’s just… A friend of mine seems to be in poor health recently. They are always retching and vomiting. What do you think is the problem?”

Rosalyn asked, “Are they a man or a woman?”

Christopher answered hesitatingly, “A woman…”

“A woman?” Rosalyn was shocked and said, “Chris, did you get someone pregnant?”

could not help himself

Christopher froze immediately

his mind quickly, and those memories connected before forming a

Yuliana suddenly asking to meet him, her asking whether he liked

time, your mother will suffer!” Rosalyn paused and said, “How long has your friend’s condition lasted? If it’s just today, then it may be a cold or a stomach problem. Just tell her to take some medicine. If it lasts for a longer period of time, then tell

senses and hurriedly said, “Okay, Mrs. Ford. I have something else to do, so I will hang up now. I’ll see you

that, he immediately closed the window back up before

the bathroom for a while after Christopher left

night. Originally, she planned to order some takeouts. After hesitating for a while, Yuliana decided

little absent-mindedly. Yuliana did not understand why she could not control her emotions every time she met Christopher. She thought she had cultivated her

any case, Christopher would be the child’s father

Yuliana did not want to put Christopher in a tough position.

spaghetti into the pot and stirred it with a ladle while deep in thought. She heard a knock on the door when she was about to pour tomato puree into

tomato puree into the pot before rushing to open the

why he returned to her house. She then saw the deep and searching look in his eyes and

she closed the door without

stretched out one

veins popping on her

humiliated me enough? Are you back to humiliate me again?”

not speak. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his gray eyes suddenly turned darker and more terrifying

His voice was lowered as he asked tautly, “Yuliana,

froze when she heard the question. Her gaze turned to Christopher, and her mouth opened before closing twice. She then quickly avoided the man’s stare.

frowning and asking confusedly, “Pregnant?” Christopher’s expression was tight as he said,

I’m pregnant? Besides, even if

vomited just

pregnant?” Christopher frowned and said, “Why did you ask me to meet you the other day? Why did you ask me if I like children?”

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