All Dylan felt was disgust.
He always thought Lily was pure and innocent, but she turned out to be no different than any other woman!
“You’re crazy!” He shot her a glare of disgust, and turned to leave.
That disgust only grew since that day, and their relationship grew cold.
Meanwhile, my belly was swelling as the days passed, while John was doting on me so much it was almost creepy.
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Chapter 9
He would make sure that the chef would cook a different menu for me every day, just as he would find a variety of ways to cheer
me up.
Looking at me hopefully, he would ask things like, “What do you think about the soup? I had the chef add your favorite
seasoning.
At times, I would glance at it nonchalantly or frown. “It’s a little sweet.”
“Oh! I see, I see!”
After that, John would immediately panic and quickly call for the servants, “I’ll make sure they put less sugar this time!”
Then, draping my coat over my shoulders carefully in fear I would get cold, he asked, “What would you like for dinner? I’ll ask the
chef to cook it.”
I was just going to answer when my phone vibrated, and I tapped on it to see a message from an unsaved number.
[I miss you, Wendy…]
I laughed coolly and threw my phone aside.
Dylan would always send messages like that every other day–he was always obsessed with things he couldn’t get.
It was Lily in our past lives, and now it was me–his love was at best an infatuation.
And according to the photos I had seen from my private investigator, Lily was in pretty bad shape too.
