Pregnant With The Cold CEO's Heir

e good

pork chop was left untouched, not touched at all. A cold

ettling excitement. Across from her, her foster mother Brittany smiled faintly, but that smile was no

g, and her body longed only for rest. And this unusually sumptuous dinner-pork chops, mashed potatoes, and even a store-bought

t was cloying. She reached over the table, her long red nails ge

er hand back.

above the dining table. "That's right. A real opportunity

was all too familiar with this routine-first ambigu

l-trained and melodious. "Those horses...... He said that was almost

in this family was immersed in the heavy cycle of Clermont's gamb

full of momentum, "I found you a good match."

suddenly drained, as if he'd been punche

e, swiped a few times, and turned the screen toward Chloe. "Lo

slicked back with gel, his thick neck peeking out from the shiny collar

her mouth. "Absolutely not. I'm sti

He slammed the table hard, making the plate jump. "

ce piercing like fingernails scraping across the blackboard. "No more working hard f

s voice trembled with fear and an

debt!" Clément shouted, his face flushed red and

sand. The

life, her future, and her body. A chill, deeper than the depths of winter, seeped i

r floorboard with a harsh sound. When she spoke, he

r face twisted with anger. "We've done so much for yo

loe's tears welled up, burning and s

e was a big guy, and his shadow hung over her, suffocating. "If you c

t just sell her; they wrapped up the deal with guilt

ster Kimberly hung, wearing a cheerleading uniform and smili

y?" Her voice wa

full of venom. Brittany and Clément froze

stammered, her eyes flashing with the genuine m

ghter turned into her uncontrollable sob

uffocating room. Because Kimberly is their child-their rea

his absurd logic, was simply too much for Clém

faster than

nd, turning into

loe suddenly shook her head to the side. A dazzling, burning pa

r has disappeared. All that remained was the burning pain on her