Chapter 923 Their Son, Named Will Taylor 3
Sienna spoke calmly, "Our son, Will! Bruce, if you don't believe me, we can do a paternity test."
Bruce kept glaring at her.
Sienna, however, didn't want to look at him anymore. She gave a bitter smile. "Isn't it crazy? The kid's already this big, and you had no clue."
In truth, she hadn't been hiding it.
She hadn't deliberately avoided Bruce either.
Over the past year, she had been pregnant, given birth, and taken care of the child.
Now that she was back and had run into him, it was only natural to clear things up.
After a while, Bruce asked, "Now that we have a child, can we not get divorced?"
Sienna smiled serenely.
She countered, "Why should I keep you around? To make myself miserable?"
Honestly, there wasn't any major conflict between them. It was just that he didn't love her.
What she once thought was love was merely a temporary rush of dopamine. Over time, it faded away.
What remained was the reality of married life.
After that, they didn't speak again.
The driver took them to her place, still the same apartment as before.
But now, upon opening the door, you could smell the scent of a baby, a soft, milky fragrance.
Bruce couldn't quite describe his feelings.
He only knew that the moment he saw Will, he liked him.
Smooth and tender, the baby was exceptionally good-looking.
Not only handsome but also spirited.
When Bruce took the baby from the nanny, his eyes grew a bit misty.
He wanted to talk to Sienna, but she went straight into the bedroom to change clothes.
His gaze darkened.
Bruce looked at the sexy dress Sienna had been wearing, remembering how she had danced with others earlier.
He knew she had given up on him, but he wasn't willing to let go.
For years, he hadn't signed the papers.
He couldn't say how much he loved her, but he stubbornly refused to let her go, didn't want her to belong to someone else.
Will was six months old.
He laughed joyfully, his chubby hands and legs waving energetically.
The nanny couldn't help but say, "Will really likes his daddy!"
Bruce couldn't resist nuzzling Will.
At that moment, Sienna came out of the bedroom. She had removed her makeup and changed her clothes.
Her face, even without makeup, was still beautiful. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail for holding Will.
She looked young, clearly doing well.
Bruce, however, felt old.
He felt a pang of jealousy.
With the nanny nearby, he couldn't speak loudly, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Why didn't you just tell me you were pregnant? Why did you send divorce papers?"
"No love left!"
Will was too young to understand, and Sienna didn't hold back.
She said bluntly, "I don't feel any love in our marriage, but I wanted this child. Of course, Bruce, if you don't want to contribute, I can't force you, and I won't sue you. Our family can't afford that kind of embarrassment! How much child support you give is up to your conscience."
Bruce was both angry and amused.
He looked at Sienna. "You came back just to ask for child support?"
And she said there was no love between them. He didn't think that was right.
He had never thought of being with anyone else, and he believed she hadn't either. How could there be no love?
He explained, "I was just too busy back then."
Sienna paused, then asked the nanny to step out.
Once they were alone, she took Will in her arms and said softly, "I'm not trying to argue with a dead man, but Bruce, think about it. When you were with Freya, no matter how tired you were, you'd pick her up from work late at night, you'd cook for her at the apartment."
"But as your wife, I had to wait half a month just to see you. When I went abroad, I had to go through your secretary just to talk to you. Tell me, what kind of marriage is that?"
"The child was an accident! If you don't want him, I'll raise him myself."
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