novelraw Chapter 370 - 371: Carrying a Little Monster
Chapter 370 - 371: Carrying a Little Monster
At half past three in the morning, Adrian Desmond was accompanying his wife to eat roast duck. When Sienna Johnson had eaten half of the duck, Adrian was shocked and refused to let her eat more.
"Don’t eat anymore. What if you get too full?"
"I’m hungry..."
"The way you eat is terrifying. You couldn’t eat this much in a day before."
"I’m pregnant now."
Sienna Johnson looked at the glistening, oily roast duck, her eyes gleaming. Adrian thought of the hungry wolves he had seen in the forest—the same fierce look in their eyes.
"No, I must eat more. My stomach is still hungry..."
Sienna Johnson picked up the remaining half of the roast duck, hugged it, and began to gnaw on it. Adrian looked at her with furrowed brows. "Just what are you carrying in your belly?"
"A Little Monster!"
Adrian was speechless.
「...」
In a maternity store, a confrontation took place between the wife and the mistress. Sissi, reveling in her pregnancy, completely disregarded Sabrina Johnson.
"Sabrina Johnson? What are you doing here? Surely not buying things for my baby?" Flaunting the baby growing within her, Sissi’s attitude had grown considerably more arrogant, paying no mind to Sabrina Johnson. "...However, thank you. Frederick bought tons of stuff for the baby. Toys, food—the nursery is already filled. ...I told him we didn’t need so much, but he insisted on buying it all..."
"..."
"Oh, look, we’ve even hired a nanny for the baby. And she’s not just any ordinary nanny; she’s a doctoral graduate from Sileria University. Frederick said that if his son was to have a nanny, she had to be cultured... so his son can grow up to be a doctoral candidate too."
Sissi was showing off. Sabrina Johnson, also pregnant, was already feeling unwell. Hearing Sissi’s words, Sabrina Johnson almost couldn’t resist punching her.
Sissi saw the adorable baby shoes in Sabrina Johnson’s hand and snatched them. "Oh my, these shoes are so cute! I love them. My son would look so beautiful wearing them."
"I saw those first!"
"So what?"
"Sissi, don’t go too far!"
Sissi carried herself with a certain coquettishness, tinged with a hint of vulgarity. When silent, she could maintain an air of aloof sophistication, but the moment she spoke, her crass nature was fully exposed. Sabrina Johnson couldn’t understand what Frederick Stewart saw in her.
"Too far? Ha! If I dare to snatch your husband, what’s a mere pair of shoes?"
"Sissi, do you really think Frederick Stewart would marry you?"
"Why not?" Sissi caressed her bulging belly, her eyes openly displaying her greed.
Sabrina Johnson was curious about what Frederick Stewart had told her. Why had Sissi dropped all pretense and challenged her so directly?
Could Frederick Stewart really be planning to marry this woman?
Ever since she became pregnant, the Stewart family’s reactions had been indifferent. When she announced her pregnancy, they reacted as if she’d merely told them what she’d eaten for dinner that day. There was no great surprise, and Frederick Stewart was hardly ever seen.
Was Frederick Stewart with Sissi this whole time?
Sissi’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, then shot a smug look at Sabrina Johnson before answering in a tender voice, "Freddie, why are you calling me?"
"..."
"The baby? Oh, he’s doing great. I’m out shopping right now... Don’t worry; I won’t tire myself out. I just happened to come across a big maternity store. I heard it’s good, so I decided to look around... I’m buying things for your son, of course."
"..."
"...In just a few more months, our baby will be born. I’m so happy. Freddie, are you happy?"
"..."
"I knew you’d be happy."
What does it feel like for a mistress to flaunt her love affair with one’s husband right in front of his wife? For Sabrina Johnson, it felt like she wanted to kill the woman standing before her.
Isn’t it just a little bastard she’s carrying?
She’d like to see what Sissi has to be arrogant about once that little bastard is gone.
"...I love you too. Muah! See you tonight." Sissi hung up, her face alight with a sweet, lovestruck expression, the very image of a woman lost in love. Sabrina Johnson watched her, flames practically leaping from her eyes.
"Sorry, Freddie is like this; he has to call me several times a day to ask how our baby is doing... You don’t know, sometimes he’s super naggy! I’m a grown woman; can’t I take care of myself and the baby? ...He’s just too nervous..." Sissi caressed her belly, a smug look on her face.
"Heh heh..." Sabrina Johnson let out a cold laugh, her gaze sweeping over Sissi’s belly like a sharp knife. Without another word, she turned and left.
Once Sabrina Johnson was gone, Sissi dropped the sweet expression, grinding her teeth. "Sabrina Johnson, do you have no shame? I’m pregnant with Frederick Stewart’s child, and you still won’t divorce him!"
The nanny beside her tried to offer a word of caution. "Madam, it’s not good to provoke her like that. Sabrina Johnson is still Frederick Stewart’s wife, after all. What if she tries to retaliate against you? At a time like this, it’s better for you to keep a low profile."
Sissi spun around and slapped the nanny across the face. "Who do you think you are, lecturing me?" she scolded. "Just because you graduated from Sileria University, you think you’re somebody? Don’t forget, you’re just a lowly nanny."
Sissi had dropped out of school in junior high, so her lack of education was a sore point. People often envy what they don’t have, and Sissi didn’t want to admit, even to herself, that she was jealous of the nanny’s higher education.
Nannies have dignity too. That slap shattered the nanny’s remaining patience. "Madam, I may be poor, and I may just be a nanny! But I am still an individual. I ask you to learn to respect others!"
"Respect? In this society, who respects someone with no money or power? I know you look down on me, thinking I’m just a mistress. But even as a mistress, I’m better off than you." Sissi tugged at the nanny’s clothes, sneering. "Look at this outfit you’re wearing. It wasn’t one of those ’9.9 dollars shipping fee’ items from the online marketplace, was it?"
"..."
"Graduating from Sileria University, and you’re still not as well-off as a junior high dropout like me. See? Going to school is useless."
"Our paths diverge; I can’t reason with you. I quit this job!" the nanny declared, her patience finally exhausted.
"If you quit, I’m not paying you."
Sissi admired her own beautiful hands, blowing on her nails. They were adorned with tiny, glittering diamonds that sparkled in the sunlight, and she loved them.
"Keep it to wipe your own ass!"
The nanny turned and walked away. Sissi, enraged, yelled after her, "What did you say? Say that again if you dare! Do you believe I can make it impossible for you to survive in Sileria City?"
"..."
Sissi spat on the ground. "Worthless trash," she cursed. "Pretending to be so high and mighty. So ugly too. What good is graduating from Sileria University? In the end, you’ll just be an old spinster, unable to get married."