Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Hannah must have gotten flustered. Her voice, normally a low murmur, suddenly spiked. Jason, just entering the room, caught the tail end of it. His gaze flickered between them, landing on Sophia’s stomach. His lips thinned into a hard line, and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Hannah, panicked, ducked her head. Stealing a glance at Sophia on the bed, she let out a resigned sigh. If this was what Sophia wanted, Hannah would play along. Even if Sophia gave the green light, Hannah wouldn’t dare tell Jason about the pregnancy. Ada was a viper, and who knew when she’d strike? “Madam was discussing pregnancy with me after learning Miss Ada would be staying at Classa Garden for a while. I was just...”

Hannah’s explanation was cut short. Jason strode to the bed and grabbed Sophia’s chin, his eyes icy. Two years on birth control, he thought, disbelief warring with suspicion. ‘Pregnant? No way. Just trying to mess with Ada’s baby again. “Don’t even think about it,” he growled. “If anything happens to Ada’s child, your father pays the price.”

Sophia met his gaze with a chilling calmness, a hint of mockery in her voice. “So scared I’ll hurt her? Then let me leave. Your little family of three can live happily ever after, can’t you?”

“Always the divorce talk!” Jason’s grip tightened, drawing a gasp from Sophia. “Looking and feeling better, aren’t you?” He yanked off his tie roughly, leaning in closer, Hannah, at the foot of the bed, sensed his intentions and piped up quickly. “Mr.

Wilson, Madam is still weak and shouldn’t exert herself.”

re was a third wheel in the room. “Get out.”

Jason froze, belatedly realizing there “Mr. Wilson, she really can’t...”

“Get out! Don’t make me say it again.”

Hannah met his icy glare, fear crawling up her throat. She said nothing further, stealing another worried look at Sophia before retreating out the door.

The moment the door shut, Jason resumed his advances. “You wanted to save your father, right? Then cooperate, don’t play dead on me.”

Sophia’s hand landed on his shoulder, a flash of disgust in her eyes. “Your first love is already here, isn’t she? Go be with her if you’re horny. Why force yourself on me?”

The flicker of disdain in her eyes ignited his anger. He wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing tightly. Her eyes, once filled with joy and tenderness whenever they looked at him, were now as cold and empty as the abyss. Her gaze was a wall of ice, a chilling indifference that scraped at his soul. It was as if he’d been surgically removed from her life, leaving behind a stranger in his place.

“Two choices,” he growled. “Behave and stay by my side, or go back to Lust and entertain.” Sophia let out a humorless chuckle, meeting his gaze. “I’ll take the second one.”

His grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her air. A suffocating terror filled her, tearing at her already wounded heart. She didn’t even put up a fight. She just stared at him, her eyes as dark and bottomless as the pit of hell. It was as if she was trying to drag him down with her to a place where there was no escape, no hope of ever returning.

Suddenly, overwhelmed by the intensity of her gaze, Jason released her neck and slammed his hand over her eyes.

Rather be prostituted than touched by him? It fueled a desperate need to possess her. Fabric ripped in the room, the crystal chandelier reflecting two figures locked in a struggle. Sophia fought back with all her might, a surge of blood rising in her throat. She swallowed it down, the effort triggering her fragile stomach. Nausea hit her like a wake, and she vomited violently.