Chapter 9 Won't Be a Prostitute
Layla's face turned pale. She wondered, 'Could I be pregnant?'
She comforted herself, thinking, 'I had taken the pill. It couldn't be that unlucky.'
"Are you not feeling well?" Samuel's hand just touched her shoulder, and Layla quickly moved aside. She said, "Don't touch me."
"Are you feeling nauseous? Are you pregnant?" His question made Layla even more flustered.
"I'm kidding. Morning sickness doesn't happen that fast. However, if you are pregnant, then have the baby," Samuel said firmly.
"No way! I won't have your child. Forget about it." Layla reacted excitedly.
Samuel was speechless. Countless women wanted to have his child. Some even tried to steal his sperm. This was the first time someone despised him like this, and he couldn't decide if it was more infuriating or strangely intriguing.
He asked, "Who made the first move that night?"
He clearly remembered that she was the one who clung to him first, touching him all over and igniting his desire, which led to what happened next. Otherwise, though he was erected, he could have controlled himself.
Layla retorted, "I was drunk. You took advantage of me."
"You didn't seem drunk but lonely," Samuel said.
Layla had been dating Vincent for four years, and she hadn't had sex. How could she not be lonely?
Layla said angrily, "Listen to me. First, it's impossible I'm carrying your child. Second, if I am that unlucky, I'll get rid of it. There's no way I'll have your child!"
She despised him from the bottom of her heart.
Samuel didn't like this feeling. He explained, "Is it because of my profession? If I wasn't..."
She interrupted, "It's not because of your profession but also because of your character and everything about you. I hate your stoic expression, your arrogance, your self-importance..."
Samuel asked, "Then who do you like? Is it Vincent or that guy who tried to win your favor just now?"
She thought, 'What guy? Was he talking about George, my coworker?'
George took care of her, so she gave him the drink. Samuel wasn't a good person, so he tended to see flaws in others as well.
"What's it to you? You annoying jerk." Layla was frustrated that she couldn't curse better.
Samuel said, "I'll take you back to school."
She refused, "No need."
"Between you and me, you're never the one making decisions." As soon as Samuel finished his domineering words, he picked her up.
Layla was stuffed into the car, her face looking terrible the whole way.
"Give it up," She suddenly spoke halfway.
"What do you mean?" Samuel, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his sharp, cold eyes.
"Give it up. I won't be a prostitute," Layla said firmly, emphasizing it again.
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