Chapter220
When it comes to the baby. I couldn’t care less about being afraid anymore. I said in a deep voice. “It’s true. I couldn’t conceive, but she can conceive for you!”
“I told you to shut up!”
He slapped the dining table abruptly, making a loud sound, almost causing the dishes on the table to splash out.
The surrounding waiters all looked over, but no one dared to come closer.
Because at that time, Reynaldo was exuding a gloomy and terrifying aura.
I shrank in the chair, looking at him in terror.
I didn’t know why he got so angry.
After all, I didn’t say anything wrong.
He and Kimberly were deeply in love, and his grandmother was eagerly longing for a great–grandchild. It was only natural for Kimberly to have a baby for him, so why would he be angry?
Honestly, I couldn’t understand him more and more. His thoughts were deeper than the ocean and more complicated than a tangled ball of thread.
Reynaldo glanced at me, and after a moment, he took a slight breath, as if he was trying hard to suppress his anger.
I watched him carefully and said, “Don’t you want Kimberly to have your baby because she wasn’t in good health?”
Reynaldo slightly closed his eyes, as if he couldn’t be bothered to look at
- me.
After a long time, he finally said, “Tomorrow, I will take you to the hospital for a physical examination.”
I was shocked to the core and exclaimed urgently, “I won’t go!”
Reynaldo looked at me coldly, with a few traces of doubt evident in his tightly furrowed brows.
Afraid that he might guess something, I stuttered, “What I mean is, why should I go for a physical check–up? You men always do this, if you can’t conceive a baby, you blame it on the woman.
Reynaldo chuckled and said, “So you mean it’s my fault that we couldn’t conceive?”
- I didn’t say that either. What I meant is that not being able to conceive doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the woman’s fault.
Anyway, I didn’t want to go to the hospital for a check–up.
What a joke! If I really went to the hospital, how could I hide the fact that I was pregnant?
Reynaldo stared at me, and coldly chuckled, “I had already had the doctor examine me, and I had no issues whatsoever. In fact, my sperm quality is even better than the average person.”
His last sentence made me blush.
The key is that he actually acted serious.
But I really didn’t expect that he would actually have the doctor check this issue. It seems that he is really eager to have a child for his grandmother.
“So…” Reynaldo leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me. “We have done it so many times, but you still haven’t gotten pregnant. There must be some problem.”
I elenched my hands tightly, and the delicious dishes in front of me suddenly didn’t seem as fragrant.
What should I do?
Definitely couldn’t go to the hospital, but what excuse should I find to dispel this man’s desire to have a child.
I thought he trapped me in his palm this time to humiliate me and seek revenge on me.
I couldn’t believe it, he actually wanted to have a child with me.
“Nothing needs to be said.” Reynaldo leaned back in his chair, staring at me, his tone irresistibly commanding. “Just come with me to the hospital tomorrow, get the necessary treatment and therapy.”
“I said I didn’t go to the hospital!”
I growled irritably, facing his cold and probing gaze, and my heart raced with unease.
In a moment of desperation, I blurted out, “I won’t hide it from you, actually… I have been taking birth control pills.”
Reynaldo’s face darkened fiercely, gritting his teeth, “Esmeralda, you really… really need to be taught a lesson!”
“So there’s no need to go to the hospital for a check–up,” I said hastily. “I’ve heard that it’s very scary, and, and I’m afraid.”
Reynaldo pinched his brow, as if adjusting his emotions.
After a moment, he said to me, “I can skip going to the hospital
tomorrow.
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he said. “I give you a month deadline. During this month. I will
come to you more frequently and you are not allowed to take birth control pills!”
“If you haven’t gotten pregnant yet, then come with me to the hospital for a check–up.”
I was dumbfounded.
“…I didn’t want to,” it took me a while to squeeze out this sentence.
Reynaldo sneered, “It’s not up to you.”
That tone, it was absolutely domineering to the extreme.
I was about to cry.
What to do, I managed to escape going to the hospital for now, but I couldn’t escape his demands.
