Chapter 90
Calliope coughed a few times, waved away the smoke, and frowned. "Sylvester, seriously, enough already. It's not easy for me to swallow my pride and apologize!"
She was fuming inside. The bracelet mess wasn't even her fault, so why was he being such a jerk?
Sylvester hesitated, his expression softened a bit. "Alright, I won't argue with you."
Calliope looked at him, surprised. The Sylvester she knew never held back his words. What was up with him today?
Ignoring her puzzled look, Sylvester turned away, staring into the distance, thinking, 'Considering you're pregnant, I'll let it slide for now. But once the kid's born, just wait and see what I'll do!'
Unknowingly, he was already feeling the weight of fatherly love.
"Strange," Calliope muttered, standing next to Sylvester. There wasn't anything particularly interesting outside.
Suddenly, Calliope felt an odd sense of security standing next to him. But how long would this moment last? She had no idea.
As for the baby, she was torn. If she secretly got rid of it, would the Moore family let her off the hook?
"What are you thinking about?" Sylvester glanced at her, asking casually.
Calliope flashed a sweet smile. "Nothing much. Want to try my cooking?"
Sylvester frowned slightly. "You're pregnant now. Besides, can you even cook?" Had Calliope ever been in the kitchen? She probably didn't even know where it was.
Calliope felt a pang of bitterness. Being pregnant was such a burden, and she didn't even have the chance to go to the hospital to deal with it. Even if she did, the Moore family would probably kill her.
So, she cautiously asked, "What if the baby is gone?"
Sylvester's eyes narrowed, and the air around them seemed to freeze, showing his anger.
"Why would it be gone? Give me a reason." Sylvester stared at her, his cold tone making Calliope uneasy.
"I'm just saying. Life is unpredictable. If it accidentally goes away, you wouldn't do anything to me, right?" Calliope forced a smile, secretly relieved at her quick thinking. She didn't know Sylvester was so sensitive.
"If it's truly an accident, I won't blame you. I'll make sure you and the baby are safe. But if it's intentional, that person won't live!" Sylvester said firmly, his back to her. Calliope stiffened, feeling even more pressured.
It was the first time someone had promised to protect her. Even David had never said such words.
The feeling of being protected was so warm.
Unexpectedly, Sylvester turned around and smirked. "So easily moved? Silly girl! Let me tell you, if you harm my child even a bit, I'll dump you in the snake pit!"
Over time, Sylvester had figured out her weakness. She was terrified of snakes.
"You jerk! There are no snakes around here." Calliope's newfound sense of being moved was instantly extinguished. She grabbed a pillow from the sofa, ready to throw it at him.
Sylvester gave a devilish smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to release ten thousand snakes."
She knew she couldn't win a verbal battle with Sylvester, so she put down the pillow, adjusted her mindset, and decided to stay calm.
After pulling herself together, Calliope glanced at Sylvester, then headed to the kitchen and came back with some macarons.
Everyone rushed to help her, worried she might trip and fall.
"Mrs. Moore, if you want a snack, just let us know. You don't need to get it yourself," the servants said, concerned. These days, Calliope was treated like royalty in the Moore household.
Calliope waved them off. "It's fine. I'm not that far along yet. It's just a few steps. I brought these especially for Sylvester."
No one knew she had a little surprise planned, eagerly waiting to see Sylvester's reaction to the macarons.
She handed the snack to Sylvester, speaking earnestly, "I was out of line earlier, so I brought these to apologize. Mr. Moore, please forgive me."
Though her words seemed perfunctory, a faint smile played on Sylvester's lips. He enjoyed seeing Calliope being so compliant.
"So obedient?" Sylvester chuckled. He was a bit suspicious but didn't think there was any trickery involved.
Sylvester was super picky, even with snacks. He picked the best-looking orange macaron and popped it into his mouth. But then, his face twisted in disgust.
He stared at Calliope, trying to suppress the nausea, wishing he could strangle her right then! But he kept his cool, stood up, tossed the remaining macarons into a nearby dish, and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him!
As the door closed with a bang, Calliope, the mastermind, burst into laughter. Seeing his pained expression was incredibly satisfying. She excitedly patted the pillow, her laughter like wind chimes, but to Sylvester, it was a great insult.
The pungent wasabi flavor was undoubtedly a carefully prepared gift from Calliope.
That day, Calliope had injected wasabi into the macarons, determined to make it unforgettable for him, adding a lot of wasabi. She wanted to see how much Sylvester could endure!
Sylvester walked out of the bathroom, a cold smile on his lips, as if declaring she couldn't escape!
Calliope met Sylvester's piercing gaze, not backing down, and provocatively said, "If you have any objections, bring it on, even if I'm pregnant."
Sylvester snorted, striding towards her, grabbing her arm, and gently pulling her into his arms. He lowered his head and sealed her lips. However, the spicy wasabi taste had been replaced by a refreshing minty mouthwash.
Calliope widened her eyes, trying to break free, but his broad hand held her in place, leaving her unable to move, only allowing the passionate kiss to invade, while also sensing Sylvester's increasingly deep smile.
The next day, Nina's news swept the internet like a storm, with reports accusing her of being a homewrecker, causing a public outcry and countless condemnations.
It wasn't that Sylvester was heartless, but Nina's decisive departure back then was so clean, leaving no room for reconciliation. His world collapsed because of it, everything went wrong, and his pride couldn't bear such a heavy blow.
Sylvester's phone was bombarded with calls from Nina, but he didn't answer a single one. She was no longer relevant to him.
In the end, Nina, driven to desperation by reporters, became more and more frantic, and the cameras pursued her relentlessly.
"Can you leave me alone for a moment?" Nina tried to push through the crowd.
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