At least he assured her that as long as she was obedient, she would be the only mother to the child.
The next day.
He gave her a general introduction to the layout and orientation of the manor, and then led her to the dining room, intending to have breakfast with her.
By the time they entered the dining room, the table was already full of food.
Mu Jiang pulled out his stool and sat down, and then let Mu Jinjin sit next to him.
Mu Jinjin may be hungry, and as soon as he sits down, he can't wait to pick up his fork and plan to eat.
She took a piece of cheesecake with a fork and planned to put it in her mouth to eat, but suddenly found that Mu Jiang had put a piece of Sydney Cake that she loved to eat in her bowl, and her movements were as luxurious as ever.
Mu Jinjin looked at the pear cake in his bowl, and felt a little bitter in his heart for some reason.
She used to like to eat pear cream very much, and she thought it was very delicious.
But ever since she gave him a box of pear cream and he refused, she has become disgusted with the food, and it is no exception.
"No, I don't like pear cream anymore."
Mu Jinjin forked up the pear cake in the bowl and put it into his bowl, and smiled at him politely, but he didn't know that the smile made him hurt to the bone.
She had never smiled at him like that before.
So strange, so unfamiliar.
Could it be that in her heart, their relationship has become estranged?
After the whole breakfast, they didn't add up to more than five sentences, and all five sentences were when he asked her, and she would barely answer one sentence.
Her indifference always gives him an illusion If he says he's willing to let her go now, she'll be eager to leave.
He couldn't tell the sadness and guilt, and he didn't know how to return to his room to rest after eating this breakfast.
When he returned to the room, Mu Jinjin was nestled in the sofa, knitting a children's scarf with a Filipino maid, with a curious and lively smile on his face.
His heart was indescribably relieved to see her laughing, and he couldn't wait to walk over and weave with her, but before he could get to her, she suddenly jumped off the couch and watched him take a few steps back vigilantly, and the shallow smile on his face turned into pale fear.
He froze in place, a deep sense of frustration gradually emerging in his heart, like a bottomless abyss, sucking all his sense.
Perhaps to preserve the last shred of his self-esteem, he casually walked to the tea table, took his car keys, and strode out of the room, without saying a word.
After seeing him leave, Mu Jinjin breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the sofa to re-weave towels with the Filipino maid.
She didn't want to think about so many other things now.
She just wants to give birth to the child and then raise the child.
As for the child's father.
As long as he doesn't usually provoke her, it's actually pretty good.
At least she and her baby can live a worry-free life.
But why can't she be happy at all?
Maybe it's because that kind of life is bought in exchange for one's own freedom Until eleven o'clock in the evening, Mu Jiang did not come back.
Mu Jinjin was sleeping peacefully on the bed at the moment, when the mobile phone ringing at the bedside suddenly rang.
The bell was so loud that she couldn't sleep, so she had to endure sleepiness and get up to answer it.
She took her phone from the bedside table and glanced at the screen through the light of the lamp. oshow7 t1706231537: