Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 107

"I just… don't want the child to be associated with the Lawsons," Angeline said, tightly grasping the hem of her clothes.

When she finally gathered herself, she lifted her head and added, "This child had come unexpectedly. If it hadn't, I might have chosen to live by myself till the end of my life. But now that it's here… It's my only family in this world now!

"It's my fault that the child's an illegitimate child, and I'll do my best to make it up in the future! But I can't betray the Lawsons either, because I won't be able to compensate for… what I owe them."

Sean met her gaze and took off his glasses before saying, "We can register our marriage in Ravoria. If you don't want to continue our marital relationship after the child is born, we can divorce by then.

"If the Lawsons find out, I can say that I help you because of them! Angie, I can compromise on anything, but I'll never allow my child to be illegitimate. I hope you can understand and respect that."

The child belonged to Angeline and Sean, so his stance was understandable.

In the end, she nodded.

After setting down her water glass, she stood up to leave.

"Then, I'll head back to school."

"The road is slippery in the rain. Stay back tonight."

"It's not that far away."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As she was about to bid farewell to him, an explosion sounded in the distance. Startled, she stumbled against the couch, losing her balance.

"Careful!" shouted Sean as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace as they fell back onto the couch.

Their eyes met, and the lights in the entire apartment suddenly went out. Outside the window, the entire Cloudsville plunged into darkness. It was so dark that they couldn't even see their own hands.

Gripping his shirt tightly with both hands, Angeline tried to get up but was held down by the man's large hand.

The darkness deprived her of her vision, making her other senses unusually sensitive. She could smell his clean scent and feel the warmth of his breath.

Through the thin fabric of his trousers and shirt, the searing heat from his body reached her skin, making her feel uncomfortably hot.

"I should get up now," she blurted.

The darkness served as camouflage, enhancing the unspoken desires within the man's heart. Sean no longer needed to suppress the burgeoning emotions in his eyes. He tentatively reached out to stroke her cheek.

"S-Sean…"

Hearing her trembling voice, he went further and ran his thumb over her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't push him away, which fueled his possessiveness like wildfire. He swallowed as he leaned in, wanting to kiss her.

Sensing his intention, Angeline grabbed his wrist, but he tightened his embrace. His breath was near, and her heart raced nervously. Even though he hadn't kissed her yet, she was already in disarray.

It was hard not to recall the day Sean had kissed her forcibly against the door while confessing his feelings in this very apartment.

She had always harbored a strong aversion to intimate contact with the opposite sex, including during her relationship with Ned. It was because she had witnessed her biological father abusing her mother firsthand.

The traumatic event had left her with deep psychological trauma.

That was also why, despite being together with Ned for so many years, they weren't able to take their relationship further.

He loved her deeply and was unwilling to pressure her even the slightest bit, so even their kisses were just fleeting touches.

If it hadn't been for the last time at Regalia Hotel, when she drank the spiked drink at Ned's insistence, she would never have engaged in intimate behavior with any man while sober.

However, for some reason, she didn't resist when Sean came close.

As his thin lips touched the corner of her mouth, her breath almost stopped, and her mind was in utter chaos. Just as she was about to reach out to push him away, he grabbed her hand.