Chapter 21
Bride of Mr.Billion
Bellaâs POV: I continued, âBut you donât have to worry. I wonât keep bothering you!â âWhat do you mean?
Am I irresponsible? Or canât I bear the responsibility?â Herbert seemed to be angry.
I stared at him, and my mood became complicated again. Why was he so excited? âTo take responsibility?â The responsibility in his mouth, what exactly was he talking about? He couldnât take responsibility? What was the most important thing in his body now?
Money? Yes, he was rich.
So he planned to give me money to have an abortion? D The next moment, I immediately covered my stomach and squatted down. âOuch!â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Herbert asked.
âMy belly hurts a little. Hurry up and push a wheelchair over. Iâm going to see the seeâGYN department!â
I frowned.
âIâll carry you.â Herbert stepped forward and was about to carry her. I quickly waved my hand. âI donât want you to hug me. What if...â What if you hurt your child?
I didnât say the last half of the sentence. After all, a man who wanted me to have an abortion didnât care about the safety of the child at all.
Herbert said, âWait for me. Iâll be right back!â As soon as he left, I stood up and ran out of the clinic building. I donât want to lose this child, so I pretended to have a stomachache and ran away.
But in the end, I failed to escape.;
Herbert caught up with me. âWhere are you going?â Herbert questioned me. âItâs none of your business!â
I said angrily.
âYouâre pregnant with my child now. Donât you want me to care about it?â His expression was a little serious.
After a moment of silence, he said, âI have something to tell you...â Herbertâs expression was so serious that I couldnât help but feel nervous... I had never dreamed that he would say to me, âLetâs get married!â I couldnât believe my ears. My ears are broken, or is he crazy? No, this doesnât make sense. Shouldnât he give me a check or a bank card and let me solve it myself?
âGet married?â
âHe married me for a child?â
âGet married? Donât joke with me like that. I will take it seriously.â I thought he must be joking.
Even if it wasnât a joke, it was just a casual remark. There were too many women who wanted to marry a man like Herbert. If he want to marry me just because Iâm pregnant. Then how many times should he get married? âIâm very serious now!â Herbert looked at me seriously. When my eyes met his, my heartbeat instantly became very messy. Because his expression was indeed very serious. He didnât seem to be joking at all, and he had never joked with me.
âIs he serious?â At this moment, my mind was in a mess. He was going to marry me. I thought of many possibilities, but I didnât think of this result. I didnât know how to respond to him, so I kept silent.
At this time, Herbert said, âDonât you want our child?â âWho said I donât want this child? I must give birth to him!â I immediately retorted. Herbertâs voice became soft. âThatâs great.â âBut...â I looked at him hesitantly. I wanted this child because it was my child.
I like this child.
But I havenât decided whether to marry him or not.
This man had the halo, family background, wealth, knowledge, and appearance that all women wanted.
But I was just an ordinary woman. It was really stressful to marry such a man! âBut what? Do you want our child to be an illegitimate child?â Herbert questioned me. âOf course I donât want to,â I said instinctively. This child is still a fetus. I find that I have already wanted to do everything for him. âLetâs go and get the marriage certificate now.â Herbert took my hand and walked to the car. Get a marriage certificate?
All of this happened so suddenly. Am I really going to marry Herbert and become his wife?