“This month, you’re not allowed to contact Fiona, not allowed to see her. Even though it may seem unreasonable, Harry likes Hattie this way. At least it looks like she cares about him.”
Just as they were speaking, Harry’s phone started ringing. It was Harry’s phone, and he looked at the screen.
Instead of answering immediately, Harry played along with Hattie and asked, “Should I pick up this call?”
Hattie said, “This is your last chance to answer her call. Tell her that we won’t be in touch this month, but the wedding will proceed as planned next month.”
“Okay.” With Hattie’s approval, Harry finally answered Fiona’s call.
Fiona’s voice came through the phone, soft and tender. “Harry, what are you doing? I miss you. Can we have dinner together tonight?”
“I’m busy.”
There was a sudden silence on the phone. Perhaps Fiona didn’t expect Harry to be so indifferent.
Before she could react, Harry continued, “I’m busy this month. Don’t call me or come to see me. I don’t want to see you.”
“Why?” Fiona grew anxious. “Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you?”
Harry’s tone was cold. “Our wedding will proceed as planned next month.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone without bothering to explain. “Are you satisfied?” He embraced Hattie, his face close to hers, and a graceful smile appeared on his lips.
Harry’s smile was truly beautiful, like the warm winter light outside, completely different from the tone he used when talking to Fiona just now.
Hattie nodded. “I’m somewhat satisfied.”
Suddenly, Harry reached out and held the back of Hattie’s head, preventing her from leaning back. He slowly leaned in, approaching Hattie’s lips. Unlike the domineering kiss before, this time it was gentle, like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface. They were close together, their breaths mingling.
Although there were no extra movements, Harry felt his whole body heating up. It was as if his blood carried an excitant, and his heart in his chest felt like it was about to burst.
He brushed against Hattie’s lips and said, “Hattie, I’m very happy.”
“Happy about what?” Hattie asked in return.
“I’m happy that we have our own child and that you still care about me.”
Hattie lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes hiding her true emotions. She extended a finger and placed it at the edge of Harry’s lips, creating a distance between them. “There will be even happier things in the future.”
Harry held her hand. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“I’m looking forward to it too,” Hattie said meaningfully. Then she added, “Harry, have you ever had the thought of wanting to marry me?”
Harry’s breath paused, and he continued to hold Hattie tightly, but the atmosphere had changed significantly from before.
After a moment, just as Hattie was losing patience and wanted to get off his lap, Harry spoke, “Yes, I have. I want to marry you, Hattie.”
This time, Hattie’s smile revealed her true feelings. It was enough. Harry’s words were enough.
…
Fiona was clearly getting impatient and called Harry again. This time, Harry hung up directly. He had agreed to Hattie’s request, and if he said he wouldn’t see her, he wouldn’t answer any of her calls.
When Harry went to work, Fiona went to his company to wait for him. However, before she could enter, the staff stopped her.
“I am Mr. Harry’s fiancée. Why are you stopping me?”
The staff patiently explained, “Miss Fiona, Mr. Harry specifically instructed us not to let you in.”
Fiona’s face turned pale in an instant. Ever since she called Harry that day, he had been avoiding her and not answering her calls. She tried calling to find out what was going on, but Harry had blocked her.
There was no other option for her but to come to the entrance of the Stewart Group and look for someone. Fiona was afraid, knowing that the wedding was just around the corner, and she didn’t want anything unexpected to happen.
Fiona couldn’t understand why Harry’s attitude towards her had suddenly changed. But thinking carefully, every time their relationship became strained, it was because of Hattie, and this time was obviously no exception!
The thought of Hattie’s smug face made Fiona furious. She stood there clutching her bag, considering waiting for Harry to come down so she could hear an accurate explanation from him.
In a moment, she caught a glimpse of reporters hiding outside. Fiona cared about her reputation and didn’t want her disheveled appearance to be captured and spread around.
It’s okay, she still believed in Harry. After all, he said the wedding would proceed as planned next month, so there shouldn’t be any problems.
But is it really okay? Fiona couldn’t be sure herself. With Harry out of sight, she couldn’t find peace of mind. All she could do was deceive herself.
Fiona stood outside for a while and then left. Harry was busy with work, and his secretary came in to change his coffee and added, “Mr. Harry, Miss Fiona has already left.”
Harry’s face showed no extra expression. “Hmm.”
The secretary gave him a few more glances but couldn’t understand what he was thinking. Harry and Fiona had been together for many years, and their relationship seemed fine. They were supposed to get married soon, but unexpectedly, as the wedding approached, Harry was nowhere to be found, not even answering calls. His coldness was abnormal.
It was normal for junior employees to not understand their boss’s thoughts, and it wasn’t their concern. After changing the coffee cup, the secretary stood quietly on the side.
After the secretary left, Harry picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was pure black coffee with a strong bitterness, the kind that could dispel fatigue.
With one hand, Harry massaged his temples. He had been having trouble sleeping lately and had frequent headaches.
In theory, he should be happy that Hattie was pregnant, but recently he had been having frequent nightmares and couldn’t sleep properly. Sometimes he would even stay awake all night.
Perhaps the surprise had clouded his mind, and the excessive excitement prevented him from falling asleep. It might also be the fear that such easily obtained happiness could suddenly disappear, causing a restless and anxious feeling.
Hattie’s character had changed after becoming pregnant. Previously, she would always confront him with aggression, but now she was gentle like water. Whenever he looked at her, she had a smile on her face. She would even take the initiative to sleep with him at night, obediently curling up in his arms.
…
The more gentle and compliant Hattie became, the more he felt that something big was about to happen.
He didn’t dare let Hattie out of his sight. He was afraid that as long as he wasn’t there, this hard-won child would die.
At night, Harry held Hattie in his arms as they slept. In a drowsy state, he had a dream. He dreamt that Hattie opened up her abdomen and pulled out a bloody fetus, holding it in front of his eyes with a sinister smile, saying, “Harry, isn’t this the child you wanted? Take it.”
Harry was horrified and instantly woke up. His temples throbbed, and he rubbed his forehead, looking at Hattie sleeping peacefully in his arms, he let out a sigh of relief.