Chapter 78 When It Comes to Divorce, He Definitely Won't Listen to Her
Charles glanced at the cat sprawled out on Anya's bed, his brow furrowing a bit.
He was starting to regret bringing the cat home.
Now, every time Anna came home, she was all about the cat, which followed her everywhere.
If she liked holding something so much, why couldn't it be him?
Why did it have to be a cat?
Charles, insanely jealous of a cat, totally forgot he was the one who brought it home in the first place.
After a quick towel dry, he tossed the towel aside.
With long strides, he walked over to the bed.
The cat had been lying on its back, enjoying Anya's belly rubs. He nudged the cat off the bed.
Ignoring the angry meows, Charles wrapped his arms around Anna's waist and pulled her close. "Honey."
He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes.
Anya's brow twitched, still worried if the cat was hurt.
Seeing her distracted, Charles leaned in and gave her a playful bite on the corner of her mouth.
Anya pushed him away. "What are you doing?"
Charles's eyes were full of hurt. "Why do you always hold it? It's just a cat; it can't even talk. How can it compare to me?"
What kind of talk was that?
"It's cute, obedient, and can act spoiled, can't it?" Anna said.
Being obedient, he could do that too.
He would always follow her instructions; if she instructed to go east, he would. However, he refused to listen when it came to divorce. He put her above all else, no matter how minor.
As for being cute and acting spoiled, Charles thought about it and realized it had nothing to do with him. "Do you like cute and spoiled cats?"
Anya didn't quite get what he was hinting at.
At that moment, Charles's hand subtly rested on her lower abdomen.
Seemingly offhand, he mentioned, "With our looks, our baby would definitely be cute. Babies are naturally spoiled. How about."
He looked into her eyes, a slight smile on his lips. "having a baby?"
Anya's expression shifted slightly.
She carefully studied Charles's face.
After a moment, she asked him, "Do you want a child?"
Charles looked into her eyes and threw the question back at her. "Do you want something cute and spoiled? I think a child fits that description."
Anya smiled without responding to his query. She no longer experienced the same reluctance, and Charles could tell that her emotions were shifting, which caused her to unconsciously begin depending on him.
A month of being together, with Michael's betrayal in the past, his short month of companionship was far from enough to make her fall in love with him.
But it didn't matter; he had a lifetime to spend with her, wait for her.
With this thought, Charles gently kissed her lips.
A minute later, he softly said, "Maybe we shouldn't have a child yet."
Too fast, it would scare her.
Besides, all the condoms had holes in them; it was only a matter of time before she got pregnant.
Charles admitted that he was very despicable when it came to having a child.
But he really had no sense of security.
He had already lost out on eight years of her life, but he had always fantasized of retaining her. She had let someone else inside her heart where he couldn't, when she was at her most lovely and innocent.
Now, he wanted to keep her, and in Charles's view, the most effective way was a child.
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