Chapter 383: Chapter 385

Chapter 385

Vicky’s blood ran cold.

She had only been intimate with Tyler once in recent times, and she recalled that he used protection.

More precisely, Tyler used protection every time they were in bed.

Though they never talked about having children, she understood that he did not want any from his

behavior. Since she had no plan of having children in the present, she did not question him about it.

Vicky jolted at the memory of the masked man.

The man would always burn some sort of incense that put her to sleep right away.

Vicky could tell that nothing happened between them, but there was a possibility that the masked man

defiled her in her sleep.

Jennifer noticed the dark look on Vicky’s face and asked, “Vicky, what’s wrong?”

Confused, Cece asked, “Vicky, you used to love children. Isn’t this good news?”

Vicky faked a smile. “Maybe I’m not pregnant. Maybe…I’m just having an upset stomach.” She paused

thoughtfully before whispering, ‘ Don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll get checked in the hospital. Let’s not

talk about this until it’s confirmed.”

The two women nodded in unison.

After hesitating for some time, Vicky eventually went to the hospital for a pregnancy test.

There was a long line in the hospital, and by the time it was Vicky’s turn, over an hour passed.

Half an hour later, the doctor handed her medical report to her.” Congratulations, Miss Shaw. You are

pregnant!”

Vicky froze. “What did you say?”

The doctor treated countless patients every day, and he could immediately tell that Vicky did not want

the child.

Since there were more patients waiting to be seen, the doctor simply said,” If you don’t want the baby,

you can proceed to the gynecology department to schedule an abortion. Next patient, please.”

Vicky wandered out of the hospital, all the while thinking to herself, ‘I’m… pregnant? How can this be

possible?*

She wandered on the street for a long while.

The sky began to darken and her phone would not stop vibrating, but she simply ignored it.

At nine that night, Vicky finally returned home, still struggling to regain her composure.

She dragged her feet toward the bedroom when she heard a voice asking,” Where have you been?”

She jolted in shock and slowly lifted her gaze.

Tyler sat on the couch lazily with his long, elegant legs crossed. His collar was unbuttoned, revealing

his collarbone and the smooth skin underneath his shirt.

Vicky’s eyes darted away as she clenched hard onto the purse in her hands. “Tyler… When did you…

come home?”

“A long time ago,” he said emotionlessly. ’Where have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”