CHAPTER 0009

CELINE’s POV

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Subsequent to what occurred earlier, I headed straight home to the mansion and confined myself to my room for the night. I haven’t eaten or even drank water or anything all day.

I don’t want to see anyone right now. It seems as though everyone is laughing at me. I feel everyone thinks I’m stupid and doesn’t know how to think.

A few moments later, I heard a knock from outside my room and the maid said Lance was in the dining room and he wanted to talk to me.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” I tried not to crack my voice.

I got up from the bed and headed towards the vanity table. I wiped my face with face tissue and put concealer to cover the swelling of my eyes. I also put lip gloss and a color pink blush on my cheeks.

When I arrived at the dining area, I saw Lance was eating alone and there was no one else there except for the two of us.

“Lance.”

Lance looked at me. “Have you eaten yet?” he asked me coldly.

I shook my head. “No.” I answered and hoped that he would invite me to eat with him.

“Sit. Eat with me.”

Despite my surprise, I felt overwhelming joy when Lance invited me to eat, prompting me to swiftly occupy the seat opposite the plate set out for me.

Spaghetti pasta, wagyu beef, mashed potato with gravy are the dishes served at the table. 

I silently eat the wagyu beef. The intense emotion I was encountering dissipated like a bubble as I’m enjoying a meal with Lance. This only happens once and I don’t know when it will happen again so I hope Lance and I eat together for a long time.

Did he and Freya meet and she told what happened at the restaurant? Or Freya has moved away and told Lance that we should fix our marriage?

“I have found a clinic and tomorrow we will go there.”

I stopped cutting the wagyu beef and shifted my gaze to Lance. “What, clinic?” The smile on my lips slowly disappeared and fear replaced the joy me felt.

“We will abort that child tomorrow.”

I felt a sudden chill throughout my entire body system in response to Lance’s words without hesitation.

“Lance–”

“Don’t argue anymore,” then Lance shifted his stony gaze to me. “If you don’t agree, I will kill that child right now.”

I involuntarily let go of the cutlery I was holding. I sensed a complete loss of sensation in my entire body, as if all the blood was being drained from it.

I place my one palm on my stomach while my eyes look directly at Lance. “Is this what you want, to lose this child?”

“Yes.” Lance answered readily as he also looked straight at me.

I shut my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. “Okay.” Then I opened my eyes. “We will abort this baby, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s good that you obey.”

“Because it hurts more if you are the one to kill this child.”

“I’ve lost my appetite.” Lance wiped his mouth with a table napkin, stood up and left.

When I was alone, a deafening silence surrounded me.

“I’m sorry, baby...”

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The next day, as Lance and I agreed, he accompanied me to the clinic. Now we are both going there.

Ever since we left the mansion, I haven’t stopped stroking my tummy.

This last time, I was hoping and waiting for Lance to say that he had changed his mind, but when we arrived at the clinic until we met the doctor, Lance is still silent.

After the doctor explained the process, and we signed the consent; we went to the abortion room.

“Let’s go Mrs. Hart.”

I silently followed the doctor.

I didn’t look at Lance until I was inside the abortion room, hoping Lance would stop me.