Lovin’ in the Moonlight

I didn’t expect that I had actually turned into the appearance that I used to hate the most.

It was obvious that she hated arguing with people, but when people used Maxton West to humiliate her, she couldn’t help it.

“Why are you hiding here alone?” Maxton West’s ghost-like voice rang in her ears, and she was so scared that she just choked on the cake in her mouth and coughed.

Maxton West strides over and pats her on the back: “Can you be more careful, stupid.”

She quickly recovered and looked back: “Be reasonable, would I have been scared if you hadn’t run out of nowhere?”

How is that stupid? Now she’s ugly and stupid, right?

No, and old.

Fairen Evert feels like her temper limit has been infinitely raised.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Here, being average looking is also an ugly thing.

When she looked up, she saw him standing behind her, a glass of wine in his hand, his eyebrows elegant and indifferent, beautiful and not too real.

Fairen Evert sat on the seat, to fully recover, just want to speak, a stomach flip nausea, she did not care too much, covering her lips, pushing away the man in front of her straight towards the bathroom.

Maxton West’s face was ugly as hell, so good, it was great to see him and want to throw up.

All his pride was really shattered by this woman, but he couldn’t help but worry about her and turned around and followed her.

Fairen Evert had no time to pay attention to the footsteps behind her, and pushed open the bathroom door, which happened to be empty, she squatted by the toilet without the slightest image, vomiting everything she had just eaten.

She was so uncomfortable that her whole stomach seemed to be tightening up, and she slumped down in pain, her whole body weak.

Maxton West picked her up, looked at her with a sullen gaze, and half a dozen times, touched her forehead: “Come with me to the hospital.”

“I just want to throw up when I see you, I was fine when you weren’t here.” She was telling the truth; in her dream last night, she had dreamed of Maxton West again.

The dream was that she had been begging, recently even on her knees begging him, but he had still been incredibly indifferent and had scrapped her leg.

The fear from the dream continued into reality, and her body shuddered now as she looked at Maxton West, the blood-soaked scene, watching her leg being sawed off, making her sick to her stomach.

“What do you mean?” Maxton West’s gaze went cold and he almost wanted to strangle her.

“I said … vomit …” A wave of acid rose from her stomach and she flopped down on the side of the toilet and threw up in a stupor. This time there was really no strength left at all, just gasping for air and sitting unimaginatively on the floor.

Maxton West hugged her tight: “You hate me for driving your father to death, don’t you?”

She looked back expressionlessly: “What would you do if someone else had forced your father or mother to die, and in our relationship, do you still want me to be with you, like I used to be? How do you expect me to collapse in a can like that?”

Maxton West looked at her thoughtfully, his expression serious.

Her chest tightened and she pushed him away, shaking as she stood up, her legs shaking, and she turned on the faucet, the cold wetness finally easing her.

“When was your monthly period last month?” His expression was serious, the look not at all like a joke.

Fairen Evert quickly reacted to what he was saying, “I forget, it came anyway, and it came this month, and I’ve been taking safety measures.”

She had given birth to the child of a man who had driven her father to jumping off a building, and every time she thought about it, her whole body was weak, and how could she ever have another one.

But Dandre West was innocent, she would treat him well, but this man, she would not forgive him.

“Don’t take the medicine, it’s not good for your health.” He rubbed his temples, picked her up in his arms and headed outside.

In order not to let people notice, Fairen Evert also dare not shout, see him through a safe passage out, can not help but pinch his hand: “I do not do safety measures, do I expect you to do?”

If it comes to be pregnant again, it’s a human life, she admits she’s a coward, she doesn’t dare to go for an abortion, she doesn’t dare to use the cold instruments of the hospital to churn the child in her belly into blood.

So she preferred to suffer herself, even if it hurt her body, she couldn’t be pregnant.

When she got to the car, Maxton West held her forcefully in his arms, not letting her have the slightest chance to escape: “Is that what you call medicine, that bottle of stuff in your bag?”

She wanted to throw up and sleep now, a feeling of emptiness hitting her stomach, and she tried not to get too worked up to keep from wanting to throw up again, “Or what?”

Maxton West just loved to see her angry, with a long, meek and virtuous face, it felt especially exciting when she was angry.

He made love to her. When he made love with her, he couldn’t help but feel better when he watched her stare at him all the time, and his strength couldn’t help but get heavier and heavier.

Fairen Evert himself did not know that he had a very cute move, every time, when she bites himself, always a hard bite, and then release, look at it, they were shocked.

So bite in another place, only with much lighter force.

She would also be heartbroken.

“That bottle of medicine, the stuff in it, I’m replacing it.”

“When?” Fairen Evert’s heart skipped a beat and she looked up at him.

“About a day after it was opened, it was replaced with nutritional tablets.” He smiled, propping his face up to look at her, a smile in his gaze, “Looks like you’re pregnant.”

“I’ll just abort it if I’m pregnant.” Her whole body was trembling, this child, she would not want it.

Even if she couldn’t leave St. Peter, Fairen Evert was well aware of his fresh period, and over the years, his career had grown more and more prosperous to the point of admiration. And the women who appeared around him were getting better and better.

She is not without self-awareness. In a few years, when she is no longer young, when she has wrinkles on her face, at that time, he is still as good and calm, and more good women will appear around him.

Maxton West will definitely forget about her.

When that time comes, she won’t wait for him to ask, she’ll sneak off on her own, and he should have relaxed his guard by then anyway.

She will find a less crowded place, anonymity for the rest of her life, occasionally sneak back to see the child.

She had also thought about taking away the child, but … by then if he was willing to follow himself, then she would also agree.

In short, at that time Fairen Evert and Maxton West, may really not even be strangers.

The cold voice interrupted her thoughts, and Maxton West took her in his arms, and his hands intentionally touched her thighs: “Growing flesh. Besides, I won’t let you abort.”

“You’ve already promised to divorce me, can’t you promise me you’ll stop pestering me?”

He sneered, and the car slowly turned on at this time.