Chapter 255 Have a Baby with Me
"Vanessa?" Richard said the name calmly, "Who's that?"
Nina was taken aback by his poor memory. After all, it was Richard's team that had tracked down Charlie and Vanessa in the first place. Without Richard's help, catching Charlie would have been much harder.
Seeing her expression, Richard looked genuinely puzzled. "I don't usually bother remembering names of people who don't matter to me."
Nina sighed. "Do you remember Charlie?"
"Charlie?" Richard's face darkened immediately. "Are you still hung up on your dead ex-husband?"
Nina was at a loss for words. Richard's logic was baffling.
Before she could explain, Richard added with a hint of hurt, "If he's still on your mind, he must have had some qualities worth remembering. If that's the case, I'll try to work on them."
Nina couldn't help but laugh at his comment. "It's not like that."
Richard's expression grew serious as he looked at her.
Nina sighed and said, "Vanessa was the woman who got involved with Charlie. She used to work for Seb's company and pretended to be Bella in order to marry Seb. When she was exposed, she was furious and sought revenge on Bella by messing around with Charlie. Does that ring a bell?"
With Nina's detailed explanation, Richard remembered her now, though he was still puzzled and irritated. "So why on earth are you dreaming about that troublemaker?"
Richard's sharp tongue was as biting as ever.
"I don't know." Nina shook her head. "I actually dreamt about her giving birth."
Richard paused, then leaned closer, pinning Nina against the headboard. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Do you want to have a baby?"
Nina thought, 'When have I ever said that?'
Richard's hands were already slipping under her clothing, caressing her skin. "Nina, do you want to have a baby with me?"
Nina pushed him away. "Stop joking around."
"I'm not joking." Richard paused, his eyes locking onto hers with intense seriousness. "I'm being serious."
Nina's cheeks flushed as she felt her heart race under his gaze.
"Do you have any concerns?" Richard continued, his hands exploring her body. "Is one baby not enough?"
Nina only heard the first part of his question and instinctively responded.
She did have concerns.
Truth be told, she was still hazy on how she and Richard had come this far. Initially, she had been scared—afraid that Richard might reject her because of her past marriage and its failures.
But Richard had shown nothing but care and affection, without a hint of disdain or mistreatment.
As they spent more time together, it was hard not to be moved by his treatment of her.
She thought, 'Just as I'm beginning to adjust to our relationship, why is the topic of having a baby coming up so suddenly?'
Richard chuckled. "If one isn't enough, let's have two. If two isn't enough, we can go for three. We're still young—if you want to have a baby, I can support it."
Nina stared at him, puzzled. "That's not what I meant."
Richard kissed her gently. "Silly, one is enough. I wouldn't want you to go through that kind of pain."
"But I..."
Nina's words were cut off by Richard's kiss.
After their intimate moment, Nina fell asleep in Richard's arms.
Richard's fingers toyed with her hair for a while before he reached for his cigarette case. Just as he was about to light up, he glanced down at Nina, who curled up in his arms.
Nina detested smoking men. Since being with her, Richard had already cut back significantly.
As long as Nina was around, Richard refrained from smoking.
And given their recent discussion about having a baby, if they were to really go ahead with it, he definitely couldn't let her be exposed to smoke. Not at all!
Without hesitation, Richard tossed the cigarette and lighter into the trash can.
He then picked up his phone and dialed Michael.
"Hello, Richard!"
"Michael, check on Vanessa's current whereabouts."
Even though it was just a dream, seeing Nina like that still made him uneasy.
To Richard, Vanessa seemed like a non-issue, but considering her past involvement with Charlie, she likely left a significant mark on Nina.
He wanted to make sure Vanessa was no longer a threat before he could relax.
Michael fell silent on the other end, clearly racking his brain trying to recall who Vanessa was.
Finally, he asked for clarification.
Richard frowned in irritation. "You're young—how can you have such a poor memory?"
Michael replied, "Richard, I genuinely can't remember. Could you give me a hint?"
Richard glanced down at Nina and whispered, "Seb's ex-girlfriend."
"Got it, the one who was involved with Charlie?"
Richard ground his teeth, his voice turning cold. "If you remember now, go investigate. No more talking."
With that, he ended the call.
Michael was left dumbfounded.
He thought, 'Richard is angry.
'But why is he so mad?'
Michael realized with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Richard, so you can be wrapped around a woman's finger too?"
"Michael, the food is here."
Michael put down his phone and went to eat.
When he left the restaurant, he donned his helmet and mounted his black motorcycle.
As he started the motorcycle, one of his men suddenly called out, "Michael, it's Ms. Jose!"
Michael glanced back, and sure enough, he saw Kelsey standing at the door of the sandwich shop.
Kelsey's attire and demeanor did not fit in with the casual ambiance of the street café; she stood out like a sore thumb.
Kelsey's sweet voice carried over on the breeze, causing Michael to squint.
One of the men cheekily asked, "Michael, how about we go say hi?"
He received a swift kick in response.
Just then, Kelsey finished her purchase and turned, her gaze sweeping in this direction.
Michael pulled back his foot, snapped his helmet into place, and roared past Kelsey on his bike.
The men followed suit, and they all sped away.
Even though they had gone quite a distance, the sound of the motorcycle still reached her ears.
Kelsey stood there, holding her breakfast, staring in that direction, lost in thought.
The sandwich shop owner said, "Young people these days are too flashy; they're not learning the right things and are always disturbing people with their motorcycles. They don't look like good kids."
Kelsey turned to her, saying, "Just because someone rides a motorcycle doesn't mean they're bad; do good people have signs written on their faces? How can you judge someone by their appearance?"
The owner looked puzzled.
Kelsey continued, "I know those people; they're nothing like what you described. I don't want these sandwiches, give me my money back."
The owner was even more confused.
