Chapter 695 Fetal Movement
Cecilia was somewhat indifferent.
She smiled faintly, "Shouldn't I congratulate you too?"
After all, exchanging $20 million for an island worth $20 billion made Gideon the biggest beneficiary.
Gideon didn't refute. He said, "Cecilia, you really stop at nothing to stay alive."
"Life is important," Cecilia said word by word. "Besides, I'm pregnant now. I can't afford to be careless."
"If I hadn't kicked open the door tonight, would you have let Harry rape you?" Gideon asked.
Cecilia paused and chose to remain silent.
Gideon sneered, "I'm starting to doubt your feelings for Alaric."
"No need to doubt. I like him very much. But in the face of life and death, we all rationally choose the way that's more beneficial to us. Mr. Hotchner, aren't you the same?" Cecilia explained.
Gideon said no more.
He seemed unwilling to say more.
He turned to leave.
"Mr. Hotchner, can I now understand that as long as you don't die, I won't die either? No matter what Alaric does, right?" Cecilia confirmed again.
Gideon smiled, "I'm not a good person, but I always keep my word."
"Mr. Hotchner, thank you for keeping me safe."
"Do you think I definitely won't die?" Gideon turned back to ask her.
Cecilia's eyes flickered.
So Gideon had actually made the worst-case plan.
He wasn't very confident.
Cecilia didn't answer directly. She said, "Since you're not completely sure, why did you agree to Alaric?"
Gideon really thought Cecilia was smart.
With just a casual remark, she could guess his thoughts.
"Alaric said something that convinced me. For so many years, I've always wanted to take action against the Monroe family, but I never had the chance, or maybe I didn't have the courage to make the decision. What Alaric is helping me with now is the way I think I have the best chance of winning so far. If I miss this opportunity, I might not find a better one in the next few years or decades. This cycle will continue, and I won't have another chance. I've waited too long and don't want to wait any longer."
Cecilia looked at Gideon.
For the first time, she seemed to see a hint of sadness hidden beneath Gideon's strong exterior.
Actually, no one is born a strong person.
Strong people succeed step by step, going through unimaginable hardships.
Cecilia didn't ask for more. She said, "I hope you don't die."
She was answering his earlier question.
In the current situation, she couldn't determine who would win or lose, but from her current standpoint, she certainly didn't want Gideon to die.
If he died, she would die too.
Gideon seemed to smile at that moment.
It seemed no different from his usual smile.
But it also seemed a bit different.
"Finally, thank you," Cecilia suddenly said.
Gideon was a bit surprised.
"I don't know how far Harry would have gone tonight, but at least, before anything happened, you barged in and kept me from getting hurt at all," Cecilia said frankly.
"I just achieved my goal. Besides, I promised Alaric to take care of you and your child. It's a small effort, and I had no reason to refuse," Gideon said indifferently.
Cecilia smiled and said no more.
If she said too much, she would feel hypocritical.
Half a month later, Cecilia got up, and as usual, she gagged a few times while brushing her teeth.
After gagging, her stomach felt a bit uncomfortable. She leaned against the sink, soothing her body.
At that moment, she seemed to feel a slight movement inside her belly.
So subtle, yet so real.
She couldn't believe it.
During this time at The Hotchner Mansion, she was quite bored, so she focused more on prenatal education, and she knew that the slight movement just now was fetal movement.
Four months, and there's fetal movement?
Isn't it said that the first pregnancy usually has fetal movement after six months?
Cecilia gently stroked her lower abdomen.
Looking closely in the mirror, she noticed that her lower abdomen was already noticeably protruding.
She wore loose clothes and hadn't gained much weight, so it wasn't obvious, but when she lifted her clothes, it was very clear.
Alaric had always said that Cecilia's lower abdomen wasn't obvious and the fetus's growth wasn't noticeable.
Now it was obvious, but he wasn't by her side.
Another half month passed.
The war she thought should have happened long ago seemed to be silent.
Cecilia didn't want to think too much.
Because she had no control.
Cecilia gently stroked her lower abdomen again. As she was about to move her hand away.
There was another slight movement inside her belly.
This time, it was a bit more noticeable than before.
It was really fetal movement.
Her eyes suddenly reddened.
Cecilia, who wasn't very emotional, had become more fragile since becoming pregnant.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and she smiled.
She suddenly felt grateful that this fetus had been with her all along.
In such an environment, at least she had something to look forward to.
Cecilia steadied her emotions and walked out of the bathroom to have breakfast in the small courtyard.
Since half a month ago, she had been having meals with Gideon every day, morning, noon, and night. As long as Gideon was at The Hotchner Mansion, she would eat with him.
The Hotchner Mansion was so big.
All this time, she hadn't seen any member of the Hotchner family come to see Gideon.
Of course, Cecilia didn't have any sympathy for Gideon.
Whatever kind of life Gideon led had nothing to do with her, and she didn't care.
She sat at the dining table.
Gideon sat across from her.
They quietly ate their breakfast.
"Without any surprises, it will be in the next couple of days," Gideon said directly.
Cecilia paused with her knife and fork.
She would still be a bit panicked by sudden news.
She forced herself to appear calm.
"The Monroe family's tolerance will last only a few more days," Gideon said, putting down his phone and looking at Cecilia.
Cecilia met Gideon's gaze and said, "I believe you will win."
"Who knows," Gideon said nonchalantly.
Cecilia said no more.
She knew very well that Gideon made it sound simple, but in reality, he had already made meticulous preparations.
"Eat more," Gideon said with a deliberate smile. "It might be the last meal."
Cecilia's face visibly changed.
She put down her knife and fork, "I'm not eating anymore."
"Can't eat anymore?" Gideon raised an eyebrow.
"I'm full," Cecilia stood up.
Gideon looked at Cecilia's figure indifferently, "Your belly has grown."
Cecilia paused.
She wore such loose clothes, how could Gideon see it?
Gideon was also surprised.
How could he notice Cecilia's subtle changes?
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