Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child! -
Chapter 277 So Scary
Chapter 277: Chapter 277 So Scary
Andrew Benson stood outside the door, listening to Sophia Hart and Blake Lincoln’s video call, a faint coldness playing at the corners of his mouth.
The door to the room wasn’t shut tight, and Sophia had returned to her room and immediately contacted Blake anxiously without wearing earphones, so the sound carried very clearly.
Sophia nodded, assuring Blake, "I really won’t interfere with your pursuit of beauties, do you still want to consider an arranged marriage with me?"
Blake had already entered the VIP lounge, sitting and waiting for the beauty he had brought along to go buy a bag.
Listening to Sophia’s assurance, he skeptically said, "Miss Hart, you aren’t pregnant, are you? Then conveniently looking for someone to take responsibility?"
Quite rich in imagination.
Sophia rolled her eyes, "You’re overthinking it, we can undergo a pre-marital health exam. I’m more worried that you have several illegitimate children out there."
On that subject, Blake proudly declared, "Rest assured, I have no illegitimate children. I, Blake Lincoln, am not that foolish."
He asked uneasily again, "Really not pregnant? Then why would you choose an arranged marriage with me?"
An alliance between the Lincoln Family and Hart Family wouldn’t be bad, plus Sophia had James Thompson behind her.
Sophia smiled sweetly, "Not pregnant, you just fit my aesthetic, that’s why I chose you."
Hearing this, Andrew Benson almost burst in to lecture Sophia.
Blake pondered for a moment, seemingly considering her words, then quite happily replied, "You do have good taste."
Sophia, "....Yes."
Blake eventually nodded, "Alright, I agree to the arranged marriage, but, I have two conditions."
Sophia nodded, "Go ahead."
Blake coughed slightly, "First, after marriage we will lead separate lives, not interfering in each other’s private affairs. Second, we must sign a prenuptial agreement to ensure our assets are protected."
Sophia was very pleased with these conditions, "No problem, these are acceptable conditions."
Andrew Benson, standing outside the door, lowered his eyelids, his slender fingers pinching the gift box in his palm.
Really unexpected, Lavinia giving him such a big surprise.
His refined face showed a complex expression.
Andrew Benson smirked slightly, deliberately making noises of walking.
Sophia, hearing the sounds in the hallway, hurriedly ended the video call, her face tense.
She turned around and saw Andrew Benson knocking and pushing the door open.
Her complexion shifted slightly, a trace of unease showing, "Weren’t you supposed to have left? Why are you here?"
When had he arrived? Could he have heard her discussion with Blake?
Andrew Benson walked up to Sophia, handing her the gift box, his tone gentle and deep, "Lavinia, I forgot to give this to you, it’s a present for you."
Sophia, nervous to the point of sweaty palms, took the gift, and managed a forced smile, "Thank you."
Her mind kept replaying her video call with Blake, wondering if Andrew had heard any of it.
"Lavinia, are you feeling hot?" Andrew’s fingers touched Sophia’s forehead, his eyes showing concern, "You aren’t hot, so you shouldn’t be running a fever."
Sophia tried to calm herself, pretending to be tranquil, "The weather is just very hot today, and I haven’t turned on the air conditioning."
Andrew’s gaze was deep, he sighed softly, "Lavinia, this kind of weather can easily lead to a cold, take care and look after yourself."
Sophia nodded, "Okay."
Andrew stroked her hair, his voice as gentle as ever, "Then have a good rest, see you tomorrow."
He turned and left the room, his gentle gaze turning cold in an instant.
Sophia’s mood slightly relaxed; he hadn’t heard, otherwise he wouldn’t have just left like that.
It was a close call.
She immediately went to close the door, opened the gift box, and inside was a beautiful necklace glittering with pink light under the lamp.
It was just her style.
Andrew Benson exited the room, leaving the Thompson Family residence, and sat in his car, his index finger lightly tapping his thigh.
He was pondering over Lavinia’s planned arranged marriage with Blake.
Thinking of arranging a marriage, no chance at all.
**
This was a small room.
Only a dim yellow desk lamp was turned on in the room.
The dim light rendered the whole space sinister and oppressive.
Under the light, a handsome man with a slender figure sat on a chair.
He held a sharp knife in his hand, flipping it skillfully between his fingers.
The knife, like a toy, was firmly controlled in his hand.
The man’s gaze was bloodthirsty as he coldly stared at the woman who was about to abandon him.
Sophia Hart was tied to the chair, her mouth stuffed with cloth, unable to speak; she whimpered, trying to make him remove the cloth from her mouth.
Andrew Benson stood up, stepped forward to Sophia, the knife against her face, and said ominously, "Lavinia, you are very bold."
Sophia shook her head, her eyes filled with fear and pleading: No, I am very timid.
It seemed Andrew knew what she was saying, his face revealing a cold smirk, "Really timid? Then why would you arrange a marriage with another?"
Tears rolled in Sophia’s eyes as she vigorously shook her head.
Andrew’s look became even colder; he slowly moved the knife to the edge of her neck, his voice low and dangerous, "Do you know what the consequences of betraying me are?"
Sophia desperately shook her head, her eyes full of fear.
Her body slightly trembled in the chair, appearing utterly fragile.
Suddenly, Andrew laughed, moving the knife away, and said softly, "Even though you wanted to betray me, I still love you very much, Lavinia."
He gently caressed her face with his hand, his tone turning tender but his eyes still carrying a trace of dangerous light.
With a flick of his wrist, he used the handle of the knife to lightly lift her clothes.
The handle brushed against her delicate skin.
"Lavinia, let me see what color your heart is, shall we?" After saying this, he thrust the knife tip directly into Sophia’s heart.
"Ah!"
Sophia suddenly woke up from the bed, breathing deeply; she sat up, her chest heaving.
She looked around, bewildered.
"That scared me to death, it was just a dream."
She touched her intact heart and sighed deeply.
Dreams are the opposite.
Oh, how terrifying.
*
The next morning at ten o’clock, Andrew Benson came to pick up Sophia.
Seeing her listless appearance, he asked with concern, "Lavinia, did you not rest well last night?"
Sophia nodded weakly, "Mhm, I had nightmares all night long."
She stuffed a mouthful of breakfast into her mouth, exhausted.
Andrew gave a slight smile, hooked her hair behind her ear, and whispered, "Sweetie, as the saying goes, ’no guilty deed, no fear of ghosts knocking.’ Have you done something guilty?"
Sophia’s eyes darted about, "Don’t talk nonsense, how could I do something guilty? Who doesn’t have dreams? Don’t you?"
Andrew looked into her eyes, a barely noticeable smile on his lips, "Lavinia is right, I also have dreams. Last night, I also had a dream."
Sophia instinctively asked, "What dream?"
Andrew half-squinted his eyes, his finger gently stroking her cheek, "Lavinia, you know, I dreamed that we got married last night, and we even had three cubs after the wedding."
Sophia instantly felt a chill rise from her back, "Your dream is absurd—who has three cubs?"
She stuffed another mouthful of bread to suppress her shock.
Andrew nodded, his lips approaching her ear, "We only need one cub, or maybe none at all. Just the two of us is enough."
He added, "Yes, just the two of us, probably better without children."
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