Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 301

A despairing laugh falls from my lips.

“Should you say something?” A voice heard to my ears.

It’s Feng Teng. My great husband.

I freeze in my waiting room chair as my husband familiar brogue washes over me, then I snap the magazine shut.

“You followed me?” I ask, completely stunned as I turn to face him.

“Do you know that you’re bad at lying, my babe wifey?” he states factually, but softly.

He’s right. Yes, I’m all a shit at it, but I need to work on it if I’m going to stay with him.

Only if I’m going to stay?

Did I just think that?

“Should you tell me why you’re now at this clinic and why you lied to me about it?” He rests his hand on my bare knee and circles it slowly as he watches me intently.

I throw the magazine back on the table. There is no escaping this man.

“Just a regular check-up,” I mutter to my knee, trying to shift it from his grasp.

“A regular check-up?” His tone has altered significantly.

His voice was not soft and soothing anymore. I know there’s an edge of anger to it.

And I feel his hand tighten with mine.

“Yes,” I reconfirm.

“Hmm. My dear, don’t you think we should we do this together?” he asks.

Together? What together? For what?

My shock makes me angry and my eyes swing straight to his, finding his curious eyes greeting me. And I scan his face, just as he does on mine, and his hand eases up on my knee, so I yank my leg away.

“Like the decision you made to have the baby? Did we agreed and mutual do that together?” I restate.

“No,” he answers quietly and turning away from me.

I stare at his perfect profile, unwilling to relent and turn away. Feng Teng has some nerve and now my despondency has been thoroughly chased away and replaced with my earlier anger, only now it’s amplified.

“So you can’t even look at me, can you? You did know that what you’ve done is wrong. I’m sorry for praying to God, not make pregnant at this moment, because I wouldn’t inflict the shit you ha put me through on my worst enemy and let alone my baby.” I yell at him.

It’s him who looks shocked now. His eyes are narrowed, his hair starting to dampen at his temples from a stressed sweat.

“Babe, I’m sorry. Yeah, it is. I know you’re pregnant, and I know how it’ll be.” He says.

“Oh? You do?” I don’t bother restraining my laugh.

“How’s that, then?” I ask in the laugh.

His face softens and he makes my heart slow when he reaches for my cheek and gently strokes it. My lips part slightly and his thumb runs over my bottom one, dragging it with his stroke as he watches.

“All is perfect, babe,” he whispers, flicking his eyes to mine.

Our gazes are locked for a short time, but I’m snapped from the spell that he places me under when my name is called, and I’m swiftly brought back to where I am and why.

My anger swiftly returns, too.

It wouldn’t be perfect.

Maybe that only for him, but for me, it would be torture. So I’m not setting myself up for that. I stand up, causing his hand to fall from my knee and his other from my face, but to my utter shock.

Feng Teng then quickly rises, too.

Oh no!

He is not coming in with me.

This is going to be mortifying enough, without my neurotic husband to add to the messy equation.

And the doctor will likely have something to say about me requesting not having the baby yet, and that’s without the added knowledge of me being married.

It would take far too much explaining. I don’t want to explain.

Anyway, if I am pregnant, I don’t want him to know yet. Because I know he would never let me not having his baby, and I hate to think of what lengths he’d go to stop me. And I can control my shit baby lying for something like this important.

Now it’s the only the way, I got no other choice.

“Don’t you dare to come!” I grate, and he recoils.

“Freeze at your point!” I point to the chair and flash him the most threatening face I can muster.

It’s hard and I feel nausea at any moment. Gosh! I feel terrible and hot.

Much to my utter shock, he wisely lowers himself back down to the chair gingerly, his expression truly dazed by my outburst. So I turn and leave him looking like he’s been slapped in the face, and take a deep, encouraging breath before entering the doctor’s office.

“Miss Bei. Good to see you.” The Doctor is probably one of the nicest women I have ever met and she’s in her early fifties, a little bit of middle-age spread and her motherly bun.

She has all the time in the world for you… normally. She wasn’t so pleased when I presented myself for the third time to replace my medicine.

“Good. And you, Doctor?” I reply nervously, as I perch myself on the end of a chair.

She looks concerned.

“Are you okay? You look a bit pale,” I say.

“I’m fine, just feel a bit icky. It’s probably because of the weather,” I fan my face.

It’s even hotter in here.

“Are you sure?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

Then I feel my chin start to tremble, only serving to increase the concern on her round features.

“Hmm… I think I’m pregnant!” I blurt.

“I know you’ll give me a hard time about medicine, but I don’t need it, so please don’t make me feel any worse. I know I’m a fool.” I say.

Her concern transforms into sympathy immediately.

“Oh, dear. It’s okay,” She reaches for my hand, and I feel like I could cry harder, her empathy only making me feel like even more of a hopeless fool.

“Here.” She hands me a tissue, and I blow my nose noisily.

“When was your period due?” She asks.

“Today,” I answered swiftly.

Her eyes widen.

“Only today?” she asks. I nod.

“Miss Bei, what makes you so certain. Your period can be a few days late, just as it can be early.” She says.

“Trust me, I confirm it,” I sniffle.

So now I’m no longer in denial, and I’m facing this head-on.

My emotions are all over the place.

She frowns and reaches into her drawer.

“Take this and go to the toilet,” she says, handing me a pregnancy test.

So I very nearly ask if I can do the test in her office, but with the absence of a toilet, I quickly realise the problem, so leaving the Doctor office, I peek down the corridor to the waiting area and see his back.

He’s still sitting down, but he’s leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees with his head in his hands. And I don’t dwell on his obvious despair and walk quickly into the ladies.

Five minutes later, I’m back with my Doctor and staring at the test, which is neatly positioned at the other end of her desk.

She taps away on her keyboard while I frantically tap my foot on the floor. So I hold my breath when she reaches over and picks the test up, looking down at it briefly before turning her eyes on me.

“Positive,” she says simply, holding it up for me to see myself.

Oh, God. I knew it would be, but the confirmation makes it even more of a reality, and it also enflames the hurt and madness that has brought me to this point in my life.

I can’t seem to cry, though.

“Sorry, I not ready having it,” I say clearly, looking straight into the Doctor eyes.

“Can you please make the arrangements?” I asked.

I watch as she visibly sags in her chair.

“Hm. Miss Bei, I know and of course, this is your decision, but it’s my job to give you options,” She suggested.

“As?” I ask.

“Adoption. There are many a couple and single mothers out there wanted a child. And with your parent’s support, I’m certain you’ll be well looked after,” She says.

I cringe.

“No. I don’t want,” I repeat, ignoring all of her advice and sincerity.

She’s right, though. I would be looked after by my parents… if I was single.

But I’m not. I’m married now.

“Right,” she sighs.

“Okay, you’ll need a scan to determine how far gone you are.” She starts re-tapping away on her keyboard, while I sit feeling small and stupid.

“Miss Bei. I will be prescribing some more medicine so once you’ve sorted yourself out, you can make sure yourself to keep protected. The hospital will give you plenty of information with regards to aftercare and side effects.” She advises.

“Thank you. Doctor,” I murmur, taking the prescription from her.

She doesn’t release it immediately, and I look up at her.

“You know where I am, Miss Bei,” She looks at me questioningly, obviously doubting my decision, so I offer a small smile to reinforce that I am fine, that I’m making the right choice.

“Thank you,” I say again because I don’t know what else to say.

“Take care, then.” She said.

I leave her office and prop myself up against the wall outside now I feel sicker all of a sudden.

“Babe. What’s the matter?” He’s at my side in a heartbeat, his voice spiked with panic.

He hunkers down in front of me to get to my eye level.

A sweat breaks out across my forehead and my mouth is invaded with saliva. So I know I’m going to throw up. Then I dart across the corridor and crash into the ladies, then proceed to eject the contents of my stomach in the first toilet I find. I brace my hands on the seat and ignore the compulsion to wash my hands immediately.

His big, warm palm is gently circling my back as I heave, and he pulls my hair out of the way.

“I’m o…” My stomach convulses again, and I let rip another evacuation.

So I crouch and slump in front of the toilet, resting my head on my arm.

Why the hell do they call it morning sickness when it hits you randomly throughout the day? I hear the door to the ladies open.

“Oh dear, should I get you some water?” It’s the Doctor.

If I had the energy, I would be concerned that she’s found Feng Teng with me in the toilets.

“Please.” Feng Teng replies.

I hear the door close again and he squats down behind me, cradling me from behind.

“Are you done?” he asks softly.

“Don’t know.” I still feel sick.

” It’s okay, we can stay. Are you okay now?”

“I’m fine,” I say haughtily.

He doesn’t say anything. He takes the water from Doctor when she returns and assures her that I’m in good hands. So I don’t doubt him as I always feel safe in his hands.

If it wasn’t for the small problem of him being so sly and underhanded, he would be perfect.

We would be perfect now.

He remains crouched behind me, holding my hair back and offering me water now and then whilst I compose myself.

“I’m good,” I assure him as I wipe my mouth with a tissue.

As I know there’s no more to come up when I all feel empty from my stomach.

“Here,” He pulls me to my feet and settle’s my hair down my back.

“Do you want some more water?” He asks.

Then I take the glass from him and walk over to the sinks to wash my hands. Taking a sip, goggle up and spit to clean my mouth out, and as I look up into the mirror, I see Feng Teng is standing behind me.

He looks worried.

Then, I brush my cheeks and ruffle my hair.

“Babe. Let me take you home,” he says as he comes to stand closer.

“Feng Teng, I’m fine, seriously,” I assured him.