Become the Wife of A CEO

Clara cried herself into sleep. The next morning, she found herself lying neatly in her bed, thinking Horace should have come in to tuck her in.

But she didn’t see him, which was good, because she didn’t want to face him.

After freshening up, Clara went downstairs for breakfast. She had expected Horace to be out, but instead, he was seen sitting at the table.

Clara stood there for a while, wondering if she should turn around or just go down for breakfast.

“Morning, Clara,” said Horace, with a unnatural look on his face when he found her, “Come down and eat some breakfast.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Since Horace had invited her, Clara had no choice but to walk toward the table. Instead of sitting next to or across him as usual, she chose the seat farthest away from Horace’s.

Horace knew that Clara was mad at him. He had found Clara already asleep when he had come into the bedroom last night. After adjusting her position and tucking her in, he meant to lie beside her, but at the thought of the quarrel they had had, he turned around and went to sleep in the living room.

Sleepless all night, Horace had spent the entire night trying to figure out ways to persuade Clara but to no avail.

If Clara kept thinking she was pregnant with their baby, then how should he talk her into aborting the baby? For the first time in his life, Horace was at his wits’ end.

After hesitating for a while, Horace looked at Clara, who buried her face in the breakfast, and said, “Clara, about what we have discussed last night, I…”

Hearing Horace bring the matter up again, Clara held the chopsticks in such a firm grip that her fingers turned bloodless. Was he set on getting rid of the baby?

After a pause, Horace continued to say, “Clara, just do what I say, and stop being so willful, will you? We can’t have this baby.”

“I am willful?!” Unable to repress her anger any more, Clara blew her stacks, “Horace, this is our baby, even if it isn’t, it’s a life, how can you be cruel enough to kill it? Now you think I am willful!”

Horace’s mild countenance suddenly cooled down hearing what Clara had said, “So you mean, even if it isn’t our baby, you are going to give birth to it anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Clara was stumped by his words. “Why isn’t is our baby? What on earth are you getting at?”

Horace then turned silent, shutting his mouth, without saying another word, letting off an icy aura from head to toe.

Clara thought Horace said that out of anger, so she didn’t think further. “Horace, I’m telling you, this is my baby, and I’m not letting anyone hurt it.”

Horace didn’t say another word to her, leaving the dining room shrouded in an indescribable silence. A baleful undertow flowing between the two, neither of whom was ready to give in.

“You are getting an abortion.” With that Horace got up and left the dining room after a while. He then took up his briefcase and walked toward the door.

It would have been pointless to continue with the fight, and it wasn’t likely that Clara would listen to him and go get an abortion.

So he decided to give her some space to calm down and figure out the matter.

“Bang!” With a teary face, Clara threw her dish hard on the floor.

Thinking about the last word he had said, Clara felt a chill of distress. In order to cleared the obstacle between him and Laura, he had gone so far to be so cruel to her?

After letting off her steam, Clara sat down to calm herself down.

If Horace insisted on aborting the baby, then could she bear the baby smoothly?

Clara felt panicked as she thought about Horace’s power and how he had punished Ashlee, afraid that it would never happen. She would have to think of a way to banish his idea.

Clara racked her brains, trying to figure out someone who would be able to help her. Oh, right, Russell! Clara finally knew whom to turn to.

Russell had been nagging about wanting a great-grandchild, so he would definitely disagree with the abortion.

Clara at last saw a silver lining of hope as she was thinking of that. Leaving the broken dish on the floor, she picked up her purse and went out of the house.

When she arrived at the Kirkland mansion, Russell was seen taking a walk in the garden after breakfast.

“Clara, it’s been so long since you came to see me last time.” Russell gave a hearty laugh as she saw Clara.

The old man turned to her with a distressed look in his eyes as he thought of what had happened before. The Kirklands owed her too much.

“Russell,” Clara soon came forward, seized him by his sleeve and sobbed. “I need to talk to you.”

Russell took on a serious look as he saw her agitated face. “All right, let’s go inside.”

“OK.” Clara followed him into his study.

“Clara, what happened?” Russell said to Clara after closing the door.

“I’m pregnant, but…” Clara said, weeping, “But Horace… he doesn’t want the baby.”

“You are pregnant!” Russell got nervous as he heard the news.

“Yes.” Clara nodded, crying, without noticing the look on his face. “Russell, could you please talk to Horace about it? I want to keep the baby.”

“How long have you been pregnant?” Russell was anxious to ask her the question he cared about the most, disregarding what she had said.

Clara felt kind of weird as she heard his question. Why did they ask the same question as soon as they were told about her pregnancy?

But without thinking further, she sobbed and said, “The doctor said it has been a month.”

A month! Russell’s face darkened as he heard the answer. Wasn’t that exactly how long since she had been kidnapped? Then had the baby been conceived then?

No wonder Horace didn’t want the baby. What a strange twist of fate. And what a creepy coincidence for her to get pregnant at the same time.

Clara found Russell’s weird look on his face very familiar.

Horace had the same look on his face the day before, when she had told him that she was pregnant. Clara had a foreboding that he was going to say the same thing to her.

“Clara, we can’t have this baby,” Russell said with a troubled face, trying to persuade her into giving up on the baby, though it was a little cruel to her, “Just listen to Horace and get an abortion.”