Chapter 115 Can't Help Feeling Sorry for Her
Since the living room was not lit, Nora couldn't see clearly at first, only seeing a tall dark figure, which made her heart skip a beat in fear.
After a few seconds, she recognized that it was Steve.
She patted her chest with lingering fear.
Nora remarked, "Steve, why didn't you turn on the lights at home? I thought a thief had entered, you scared me."
As she spoke, she turned on the lights, closed the door casually, and walked towards the living room.
Steve was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere, his face expressionless. He didn't answer Nora's question, just stared at her coldly with deep and dark eyes.
The oppressive atmosphere made Nora uncomfortable.
In a daze, Nora inexplicably thought of Isaac.
Steve's face and Isaac's face kept changing, making it hard for her to distinguish whether the man in front of her was Steve or Isaac.
They were just too alike.
Apart from their appearance, Steve and Isaac were very similar in other aspects.
Whether it was temperament, physique, or even the gaze, there was a sense of deceptive similarity.
No wonder Katie wanted him to be Isaac's stand-in.
Nora quickly walked into the living room. She sat down next to Steve.
Nora questioned, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking? Why are you looking at me like that? Did something unhappy happen?"
Nora noticed that Steve's mood was off and asked with concern.
Steve still didn't speak.
He silently watched Nora, his dark pupils like a bottomless pit, as if wanting to suck her soul into it.
Nora felt uneasy under his gaze.
This oppressive feeling was just like when Isaac was angry.
After a while, Steve spoke in a deep and hoarse voice, with a hint of questioning and anger.
Steve asked, "Where did you go today?"
Nora hesitated noticeably at his accusatory tone.
Then she replied, "I went with a friend to try on wedding dresses, what's wrong?"
Steve narrowed his eyes, and repeated, "You went to try on wedding dresses with a friend? Not for yourself?"
"What joke are you making? I'm not getting married, why would I try on dresses for myself?" Nora replied and looked puzzled.
"If you went to try with a friend, why did you put on a wedding dress?" Steve asked.
Nora paused, and questioned, "How did you know I put on a wedding dress?"
Did Steve follow her?
Nora's expression gradually became serious.
Steve's eyes flickered as he casually made up an excuse, "I went to see a client today, passed by a bridal shop, and happened to see you trying on a wedding dress inside."
Nora breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "I went with my friend, the one who runs the art studio with me. When she was trying on dresses, she asked me to try one on with her, so I put on a wedding dress too."
Nora explained truthfully.
Then she smiled, "Thanks to her, I've finally worn a wedding dress in my life. Even if I die, I won't have that regret."
Steve's heart skipped a beat.
How could she suddenly mention death like that?
She was still so young, far from death, how could she know she wouldn't have a chance to wear a wedding dress in the future?
Was she really planning something drastic?
"You're still young, when you get married in the future, you'll have a chance to wear a wedding dress, why conclude so early?" Steve asked.
Nora lowered her eyes, hiding a hint of sadness, and said, "I'm afraid I won't live to see that day."
She had less than two months left to live, there was no way she would see the day to wear a wedding dress for herself.
"Why?" Steve asked in a firm voice.
But Nora didn't want to answer.
She shook her head and said, "No reason."
Nora added, "I'm tired, I'm going to take a bath."
After speaking, she went straight to the bathroom.
Steve looked at her back with a deep gaze, his brows furrowed. Anxious and uneasy emotions spread uncontrollably in his heart like a plague.
He hated himself deeply.
Despite all the disgusting things she had done to him, she was even pregnant with Mortimer's child.
He should hate her.
After knowing she had suicidal intentions, he should be applauding. But looking at her restrained and sorrowful expression, he couldn't help but feel sorry.
Knowing she planned to end her life, he still felt fear and unease in his heart.
He was truly asking for trouble.
After Nora finished her bath, she realized she had rushed into the bathroom and forgotten to take clothes.
The outfit she was wearing had been soaked by water and couldn't be worn again.
Nora called out to him, "Steve, are you in the living room?"
Nora was ready to ask Steve to help her get clothes.
But after calling out several times, she didn't hear Steve's response. She could only endure the embarrassment and run back to the room naked.
As a result, as soon as she ran back to the room, Steve happened to come out of the bathroom in the room.
He had just finished his bath, with a towel around his waist, his sturdy upper body exposed to the air, exuding a restrained aura.
The two locked eyes.
Nora's face turned red instantly.
"I didn't expect you to have a streaking hobby," Steve regained his composure first, teasing with a half-smile.
His deep eyes unabashedly admired her perfect curves.
Nora's face turned even redder. Even her body blushed a shade of pink.
She quickly ran to the bed, and dove under the covers, covering her body securely.
"I don't have that kind of hobby! I just forgot to bring clothes!" Nora explained with a red face.
Steve raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying her explanation.
He walked to the bedside, preparing to lie down.
"Wait a minute!" Nora suddenly stopped him, "Can you bring me a set of pajamas?"
Because of the child's matter, he was still in a bad mood, not in the mood for flirting with her. So, he didn't continue teasing her and turned around to help her find a set of pajamas.
While Nora changed into her pajamas, he also found a set for himself.
With clothes on, Nora instantly felt safer.
Steve had also changed into pajamas and lay down next to her.
After changing clothes all day outside and experiencing morning sickness, Nora was easily exhausted, and drowsiness hit her shortly after lying down.
Nora announced, "I'm going to sleep, good night." Not hearing Steve's response, Nora closed her eyes.
Steve turned his head, looking at Nora with deep eyes.
When she couldn't see him, the forced casualness on his face disappeared, replaced by a gloomy expression.
Especially when he thought of her carrying Mortimer's child, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Before, he had wanted her to have this child so much, but now he wanted this child to disappear!
Steve closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart and the murderous intent in his eyes.
Opening his eyes again, his gaze had returned to normal.
He suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "Isaac found me today, he told me that the child in your belly is neither his nor mine."
He continued, "I remember you told me that this child was ninety percent mine and ten percent Isaac's. But now, this child is neither mine nor Isaac's. Can you tell me what's going on?"
He added, "Besides me and Isaac, who else are you involved with?"
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