Chapter 332 She Was Pregnant With His Child
Andrew's steps came to a sudden stop.
After a beat, he told Nathan, "Get her a hotel room."
Nathan went over to untie Chloe, checking her over. "Glad you're okay!"
But Chloe just stared blankly where Andrew had walked off.
Her heart sank like a stone.
Early the next morning, Andrew was by the window. Nathan draped a coat over him and said softly, "Celeste's right hand is messed up. She'll have to start using her left. How do you want to handle that?"
Andrew lit a cigarette.
After a moment, he muttered, "She's still useful."
He wanted her as his lover. If anyone tried to mess with him, they'd go after Celeste first.
And she couldn't say no!
Nathan went quiet.
Andrew turned around with a bitter smile. "What? Did I freak you out? This is who I am."
But even a guy like him had weak spots.
He was about to go see that weak spot now.
Outside a swanky suite in the best hotel in Copenhegan, a bunch of bodyguards stood like statues.
Inside, Chloe was eating from a box of food, tears streaming down her face.
Before she met Andrew, she hardly ever cried. Even when she was with Ethan, she'd just pop three sleeping pills to scare him. Back then, she thought her thing with Ethan was love.
But real love? That was a whole different ball game.
She couldn't eat; every bite made her want to puke.
Eventually, she felt so sick she ran to the bathroom and threw up. Weird, 'cause she usually had a solid appetite.
Chloe touched her belly, dazed.
She remembered that over a month ago, they'd slept together without protection.
Could she be pregnant?
Chloe looked up. In the mirror, her face was as pale as a ghost.
She almost bolted out the door. She needed a pregnancy test, needed to know if she was carrying Andrew's kid. If she was, she had to ask him.
Would he want it?
The bodyguards at the door stopped her, politely saying, "Chloe, Nathan said you can't go anywhere."
Chloe's lips trembled. "I'm not feeling well. I need to get some medicine."
The guard hesitated.
In the end, they let her go downstairs and sent two guys to tail her.
There was a 24-hour pharmacy right across from the hotel. She quickly bought what she needed, hid it in her coat pocket, and rushed back to her room.
A minute later, the pregnancy test showed positive.
Chloe stared at it blankly for what felt like forever, then suddenly covered her mouth.
She was pregnant with Andrew's kid!
There was a knock at the door, followed by soft footsteps. She knew it was Andrew.
She gently touched her belly and slowly walked out.
They'd only been apart for two hours, but it already felt like there was a wall between them.
Chloe's lips trembled. She wanted to tell him she was pregnant.
But Andrew spoke first.
He sat on the sofa, his long, slender fingers gently stroking the armrest, like he was carefully picking his words. "Chloe, you see how dangerous it is around me."
She wanted to say she wasn't scared.
Andrew chuckled softly, looking at her, and asked calmly, "Then what can you do for me if you stay by my side? Can you bleed for me like Celeste? Chloe, I need people like her around me, not someone like you who only knows how to cry."
She asked, "Do you like her?"
"I admire her!" Andrew patted the creases on his pants and said calmly, "Her right hand is crippled! I did it myself! Are you scared? If you are, go back to Syeattel immediately."
Chloe's lips trembled; she didn't get what he meant.
Andrew smiled and spoke plainly and cruelly, "I admire women like her! Chloe, you're very sweet, and you're only suited for a peaceful life. Chloe, I'm not destined to live in peace, understand?"
He suddenly said harshly, "You don't understand anything!"
Chloe felt a bit dazed.
She probably understood.
He liked her, but not enough to give up what he had. He liked power and control, and she wasn't the right woman for him.
Was Celeste the right one?
Chloe didn't ask. She slowly lowered her eyelashes.
He was a man with big ambitions. He had made it clear to her. What was the point of trying to tie him down with a kid?
Under the dim light, their last shadows were left behind.
She didn't tell him she was pregnant.
She just lifted her head and said softly, "Then I wish you a bright future."
Andrew looked at her.
She turned her head away, her voice short and broken. "Go quickly! Otherwise, I'll cling to you."
Andrew slowly stood up. He paused, like he wanted to touch her head, but in the end, he gave up. It wasn't until he reached the door and held the doorknob that he whispered, "Chloe, I'm sorry!"
He apologized for this unprepared relationship.
He apologized for the lack of an ending between them.
Chloe would eventually find someone right for her, while someone like him was only fit for a world of power struggles. He saw it as his punishment.
Andrew left.
The door gently opened and closed.
Chloe collapsed onto the soft carpet, covering her face and crying silently.
She went back to Syeattel, but she didn't dare go home.
She holed up in the house on Broadway, lying around every day, living off whatever was in the fridge.
She didn't know how to cook, so she just boiled stuff in water.
Every night, she'd wake up startled, dreaming that Andrew had come back, gently carrying her to bed and lightly patting her butt, saying she was being naughty.
When she woke up, her eyes were wet with tears.
But he never came back.
By the time she snapped out of her daze, two months had passed, and her belly had grown.
She was even more afraid to go home.
She didn't dare let her family know she was pregnant, let alone that she was carrying Andrew's child. She hid and wandered, with no cards or money on her.
Her clothes gradually became simpler.
She moved into a tiny 200-square-foot rental, learned to work, and earned a meager salary to support herself. She even learned to cook simple meals.
Slowly, she became frugal, even with a cup of cider.
Occasionally, she'd see Andrew in the news.
He was as sharp as ever. She could tell his clothes were super expensive. Then she'd look at her own $29 shirt and feel like they were now from two different worlds.
She and Andrew were like a beautiful dream she had woken up from.
Since Chloe left, Andrew had developed a bad habit of constantly checking his phone.
But there was never any news from her.
He occasionally visited the Hawkins family, but she wasn't there, and as an elder, it wasn't appropriate for him to ask.
Nathan had inquired and said she had gone out to relax.
He returned to his former self, the Andrew everyone admired.
But he was left with a shattered heart.
He started to enjoy spending time with Gregory and Grace because these friends remembered Chloe and would ask about her during their gatherings.
He would always smile and say, "She might be out watching the Northern Lights with friends right now, forgetting all about me!"
His friends would all agree.
Andrew would then smile more warmly and confidently.
But only he knew what it meant to be heartbroken.
A long time passed.
Grace was getting married, and her fans organized an exhibition for her.
Andrew showed up too.
Grace and her fiancé walked with him, chatting about current events, but she could tell Andrew seemed distracted.
Grace smiled lightly and was about to ask when she spotted someone in the distance.
A tall figure, vaguely resembling someone from behind.
She quickly called out to Andrew, "Mr. Devereux, look, isn't that Chloe?"
Andrew's heart skipped a beat.
He looked where Grace was pointing and saw a woman. From behind, she did look a bit like Chloe, but this woman was plainly dressed and pregnant. How could she be Chloe?
At that moment, the woman was carrying a large stack of documents.
It looked to be about 20 pounds, and she was struggling to get to the second floor. Andrew asked Nathan, "No elevator?"
Nathan softly replied, "The elevator is for guests. Movers are usually not allowed to use it."
Andrew nodded.
But seeing that person reminded him of his Chloe. He couldn't help but wonder where she had gone, so he called her.
On the second floor, her phone rang suddenly, and startled, Chole dropped everything.
Someone cursed.
Chloe quietly apologized and hid in the bathroom to answer the call. She heard Andrew ask, "Are you having fun?"
She covered her mouth tightly, slowly sliding down to the floor, and nodded vigorously. "Yes, I'm having fun!"
Andrew was silent for a long time before softly saying, "That's good. If that's the case, then our breakup was the right decision."
She closed her eyes and murmured an acknowledgment.
Andrew slowly hung up the phone. Her phone slipped from her hand, and she cried alone in the bathroom for a long time, while Andrew quietly washed his hands in the adjacent bathroom.
They were just a wall apart.
Even though she had returned to the Hawkins family, the hardships she had endured often haunted her dreams.
On the way back to Hawkins Mansion, Chloe remained silent.
Nathan wanted to say something but didn't know what.
The car stopped at the Hawkins Mansion, and the family members were still there. As soon as they saw her, they came to greet her.
Gavin ran over, calling her softly, "Mommy."
Gavin looked a lot like Andrew. Chloe hugged Gavin tightly.
Her shoulder was patted, and Frederick, holding Charlotte, softly said, "Don't cry. I'll take care of you forever."
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