Chapter 4

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Beep beep beep..."

The person on the other end hung up with heavy breathing.

At that moment, Adrian Chase was pressing Bianca Cole against the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He hadn't heard the content of the phone call at all.

As kisses fell like a storm, Bianca Cole's clothing was gradually removed.

At the critical moment, Bianca Cole pressed against Adrian Chase's burning chest.

"Wait."

Adrian Chase gripped her chin, forcing her misty eyes to meet his.

"What's wrong?"

Bianca Cole blushed.

Like a magic trick, she produced a pregnancy test report, her voice unable to hide her excitement.

"Adrian Chase, you can't have me tonight because I'm pregnant."

The air around them grew cold with Adrian Chase's emotions.

The burning desire vanished in an instant.

Adrian Chase released his grip weakly and methodically put on his bathrobe.

Looking at the stunned woman before him.

He couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

This woman had crossed the line.

Like other foolish women, overestimating herself.

He gave a flat "Mm," sat on the sofa, pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

Nothing more.

Just an "Mm"?

Bianca Cole was confused.

This wasn't what she'd imagined.

In her fantasy, Adrian Chase should have excitedly embraced her and told her he would take responsibility.

Then she would naturally marry him, have servants waiting on her, never worry about food or clothing, and live a life of luxury.

But now, the man before her had only given a flat "Mm."

The huge gap made her emotions start to crack.

"What does 'mm' mean? Don't you want this child? Before, in bed, didn't you say you only wanted children I gave birth to?"

Adrian Chase's voice turned cold, the desire in his eyes completely gone.

"You believe what men say in bed?"

"Bianca Cole, I thought you were different from other women, that you knew your place. I didn't expect you to be as stupid as them."

Bianca Cole staggered back several steps, almost thinking she'd heard wrong.

"What..."

Adrian Chase slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"If you abort it tomorrow, I can overlook your rashness tonight."

"If you insist on having this child, I don't care."

"I'll pay child support every month, but as for how much, I decide. Could be a million, a hundred thousand, ten thousand, one thousand, or maybe a hundred. If you want to sue, fine---I'll hire the world's top lawyers."

"Your chances of winning are less than ten percent."

His voice wasn't loud, but it ruthlessly crushed all of Bianca Cole's pre-planned schemes.

After weighing the pros and cons.

Bianca Cole lowered her eyes, bit her lip hard, and nodded in humiliation.

Adrian Chase smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

This type of woman was easiest to handle.

No cards to play, no confidence---living in fantasy on a man's scraps of mercy and gifts, willing to compromise everything.

He suddenly remembered what Jade had said in the hospital.

So he reached into the bag beside him to feel for the pigeon blood jewelry set, preparing to use it to pacify Bianca Cole.

He didn't feel the velvet box but instead touched some papers.

Curious, he pulled the papers from the bag.

The large characters on the examination report jumped into his vision.

"Jade Warren."

"Patient's pregnancy loss due to major traffic accident."

He froze. His hand holding the paper grew sore and painful, yet he still hadn't processed it.

What did "pregnancy loss due to major traffic accident" mean?!