<b>Chapter </b>167
Frederic fingers hesitated <b>on </b>the desk, lost in his thoughts. He <b>hadnt </b>even noticed when the woman had entered the room
<b>Out </b>of theer <b>of </b><b>his </b>eye, har nced at Marguerite’s still t stomach He subbed out his burning cigarette in the ashtray and reluctantly went to open the
<b>ndow </b>for some fremai
Hetomed around and got straight to <b>the </b>point “Get rid of the baby.”
Marguente felt a shock run through her at the blunt words, making her shiver “<b>What </b>does it matter to you whether I keep the baby <b>or </b>not?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Frederick’s imuon at her defiance was evident. “I brought you back here to take care of the olddy, not <b>for </b>the olddy to take care of a pregnant woman!” Marguente gave a softugh. “You think I want to keep it? The child will be fatherless from the moment It’s bom, practically on orphan But I don’t have a choice. <b>I </b>have avere pelvic inmmatory disease. If insist on an abortion, it could threaten my life”
As their eyes locked, Marguerite thought she saw a flicker of pain in <b>his </b>eyes.
Marguerite’s words left Fredenck silent. After a few seconds of quickened breath, she continued.
“In two months, no, a month and a half, our divorce will be finalized and we’ll have nothing to do with each other. Until then, I’ll try to avoid you and not cause you any trouble”
Frederick stood still as a statue, his expression unreadable but it made Marguerite increasingly anxious
Having said her piece, Marguerite didn’t want to stay any longer. She forced a smile and excused <b>herself</b>. “I’m going to take care of my grandma.”
She turned to leave, but before she had gone far, she heard the quick footsteps behind her.
The next moment, Frederick had grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the bookcase
He held her throat and kissed her lips with <b>a </b>frenzy
Marguente’s brain shut down. She tried to push him away, but his grip was strong and unyielding.
Her back against the rough bookshelf caused her pain. The force of his body against hers dislodged the books<b>, </b>causing them to tter to the floor His kiss was rough and wild, suffocating Marguente
She knew he was punishing her, but she couldn’t understand why
Suddenly, Frederick stopped, panting heavily and gritting his teeth. “Do you think <b>I </b>pity you, a woman about to be a single mother? It’s what you deserve.” Marguerite was taken aback and tears fell from her eyes She bit her lip, feeling her dignity trampled underfoot. “I told you, I was forced into this!”
“Oh? But you seemed to be enjoying it just now”
Fredenckughed, a chilling sound “Marguerite, who were you thinking about when you were kissing me? Was it me? Or was it the father of your child?” He released her and without a lingering nce, he turned and left
With her defenses copsing, Marguente leaned back against the bookshelf and sank feebly inch by inch onto the soft carpet. She knew Frederick was trying to hurt her with his words, but she couldn’t find any evidence to prove her innocence
Because when Frederick was deepening that harsh kiss, the image that shed in her mind was of the stranger she had spent that fateful night with.