Chapter 435

Chapter 435 I’m Pregnant

It was already the early hours of the morning by the time they left the restaurant. Chloe

thought for a moment and tugged at the man’s sleeve beside her. “The forum you mentioned earlier is

in two days?”

The clock had struck past midnight, marking the beginning of a new day.

“It’s on Thursday,” he replied.

‘So it’s the day after tomorrow.”

When they reached Oceanic Residence, Joseph followed her upstairs and entered her

apartment. He scanned the interior, finding it to be modestly furnished with simple amenities. Living in a

place like this seemed a bit pitiful.

Chloe looked at him suspiciously. “Are you planning to stay overnight?”

“What do you think?” he retorted.

Chloe hesitated and asked, “Can I say no?”

Joseph turned his gaze toward her, his hand removing his tie and throwing it on the sofa.” What do you

think?” he asked back.

“I’ll allow you to stay, but you need to keep your distance from me,” she stated.

“Why?” He frowned, seemingly displeased. “You weren’t feeling uncomfortable today, and you even

drank cold water.”

“I just don’t want to, and besides, you need your partner’s consent if you want to do that kind of thing.”

Chloe cast her gaze downward, her long, curly lashes concealing her discontentment, as her moist and

full lips formed a pout that elicited sympathy. The sight of her in such a state would surely tug at any

man’s heart.

Joseph could not escape that feeling either. Softening his voice, he pulled her into his lap, holding her

chin up. “You just don’t want to?”

Chloe forced herself to meet his gaze, and in the quiet of the night, she remained silent for a few

seconds before finally saying, “Do you want to know the reason?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“I’m pregnant,” Chloe confessed.

Joseph froze. Chloe clenched her fists nervously, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the man before her.

She hoped that he would receive this news with happiness and excitement.

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“If you don’t want to do it, then just say you don’t want to. Do you really need to use such an excuse?”

Joseph quickly recovered and burst into laughter, taking her words as a joke.

The gleam in Chloe’s eyes slowly faded, her heart swelling with a sense of disappointment. It seemed

that he truly did not want a second child. She got up from his lap and said in a muffled tone, “I’m going

to take a shower.”

Joseph did not stop her. He took out his phone and surveyed the surroundings, making a list of missing

furniture. That night, he respected her wishes and did not touch her.

The next afternoon, Chloe finished her work early and went to the night market with Noah.

The night market would usually become lively after eight., but it was only five when they arrived, and

the streets were sparsely populated. They decided not to split up and continued walking together along

the roadside stalls, diligently inquiring at each one they passed. However, their efforts proved fruitless

as they could not find what they were looking for.

As they approached the end of the street, Noah shook his head. “Forget it, let’s stop searching.

“There are still two stalls ahead. Let’s go and ask. You never know,” Chloe replied, her expression

serious. She was unwilling to give up.

“But those two stalls sell desserts.” Noah pointed out.

Under normal circumstances, a second-hand wallet would not be found at such a stall.

“Then let me treat you to some macarons. Let’s go,” Chloe suggested.

Chloe purchased a box of macarons from the stall and asked the stall-keeper as she paid, Excuse me.

Have you seen a gray-white wallet with a photo inside? The photo is of a young boy and an elderly

person.”

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Upon hearing her question, the seller paused for a moment and looked up at Chloe. “No, I

haven’t.”

Chloe noticed the seller’s expression and smiled. She pulled out a 100-dollar bill from her purse and

said, “Well, if you can help keep an eye out and assist in finding it, I’m willing to offer a reward of 100

dollars. The wallet itself doesn’t matter. I just want the photo inside.”

Fixing her eyes on the hundred-dollar bills in Chloe’s hand, the seller asked, “Just the photo? You don’t

want the wallet?”

That wallet was a high-end brand and could easily be sold for several thousand dollars even as a

second-hand item.

“Yes,” Chloe replied.

“Are you sure you lost it on this street?” The seller pretended to ask. “My youngest son often. runs

around on the street, so he might have seen it.”

Noah nodded. “He might have.”

“Okay, wait here. Let me go and ask,” the seller said. After a short while, she came back, holding an

old, yellowed photograph. She waved it in front of them. “Is this the one? My son didn’t come across

any wallet though.”

Noah took a step forward, his gaze fixed on the photo in her hand. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Chloe felt relieved and prepared to give the seller the one hundred dollars when the seller shook her

head. “100 isn’t enough. My son nearly got hit by a car while picking up this photo. He’s still so shaken.

Since it seems you’re not short on money, how about giving me a thousand instead?”