บททั้งหมดของ He Cheated on Me, His Uncle Wants a Baby: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Elena Beaumont’s POV“Here. Sign it.”Thud! Before my eyes, a stack of documents landed perfectly with my full name on it.Marriage Proposal Contract—that’s what was written there. In front of me, Jake Harold was busy loosening his tie. We had just finished the family gathering. My mom had encouraged me to accompany him—more like forcing me with her usual blackmail—to the bedroom our female servants had prepared.Jake Harold had already settled into his posture on the couch. He had unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing his jaw’s sharp line. Those brown eyes were completely absorbed in his busy tablet. A businessman as ever.As for me, I was trapped in this traditional Chinese garment with a constant headache. Underneath the garment, the heat burned my skin to the bone. I couldn’t take it off since Jake was still here.And, I needed to look at those damn contracts.“Did I make it clear already that I won’t sign any contract with you?” I retorted. My gaze landed on the documents with an

Elena Beaumont’s POV“Are you trying to kill the baby? He clearly told you we can’t use that foundation because it will harm the baby!”“Ssshhh!”“He will hear us!”The debate is never-ending.Ten professional make-up artists. Flown in from across the world. The best in their field. And Jake Harold downgraded their world-class skills to those of debaters. One hour wasted just arguing over one layer of foundation.“Sorry. They’re noisy, right?” Iriana—the Chief Designer—smiled and stepped up to me at the dressing mirror. Her team kept on arguing in the back.“Is your belly feeling okay?” Iriana asked while fixing the diamond brooch at my waist. “I hope the gown isn’t too tight. You are free to tell me if you want to change the gown.”“W-What? N-no. No. This is fine,” I quickly shook my head. “It’s comfortable. And tell your team to use whatever foundation they have. It’ll be fine. It’s just makeup.”Iriana gave me a templated smile and nodded. Her team began to do my makeup. Daniela’s

Elena Beaumont’s POVRing… Ring… Ring…“Excuse me.”I shifted my weight to my left heel. This wedding gown felt like it weighed almost half of my body. In contrast to my family celebrating me with warm congratulations, Harold’s family gave me nothing but cold formality.They didn’t even smile when I offered my hand. I felt bad for ever hoping that I could see anything besides blank expressions on those sculptured faces.I felt thirsty after greeting almost half the guests here. My hand reached for a small beverage on the hors d'oeuvres table. That’s when my heels accidentally stepped on a phone—there was a phone lying on the floor.Constantly ringing amid the symphony's grand crescendo.I paused as my hand picked up that phone. “This is…” My chest suddenly felt tight.This was… Jake Harold’s phone. I recognized it right away as this was the same phone he had used just moments ago to pick up a call in the middle of the wedding party.‘He seemed to have dropped it before going to greet

Elena Beaumont’s POV“Do you need anything else, Madame?”I massaged the back of my neck—feeling nervous already. Florence and the rest of the servers here, they kept calling me Madame. Just like what they did with Diana.‘I will never get used to it,’ I sighed. Really need to get used to this luxury lifestyle as fast as possible."No. Thank you for the room tour, Florence. I’m just going to head up to my room and unpack," I said with a forced smile.“The female servers already unpacked your luggage,” she mentioned. “It is nearly lunchtime, Madame. We have a cooking team that manages meals with balanced nutrition. Do you have any specific food in your mind?”Florence smiled at me, “Or, cravings? You can request everything you want.”‘Oh, right.’ I rolled my eyes to the side, annoyed already. ‘I forgot. The Elena here is a pregnant woman. Fantastic. Should I ask them to make me a pumpkin pudding, then?’“I want some pumpkin pudding,” I said—a lie, of course. I just had my meal at the h

Elena Beaumont’s POV“ARRRGGHHHH!”“MY FACE!”“FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!”Still dripping hot, even the last remnants in my mug.Jackson tried to wipe the burning chocolate off his face. I splashed that hot chocolate directly onto his pretty face—the token of my contempt for what he dared to say to me.“Keep your money, I don’t need it,” I said, sitting right back down. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. But, if you dare to say something like that to me again…”Clenching his jaw, Jackson wiped his eyes dry, then snorted back at me, “You dare to threaten me now? A bitch like you—”Jackson raised his hand. He was about to hit me if someone hadn't clamped down on his arm first. We both jolted back in shock. It was Jake, standing there, suddenly blocking his movement.“What are you doing!?” He barked. Jake’s chest heaved, drenched with hot sweat, as though he had run all the way here. He clenched Jackson's wrist almost as if he intended to break it in two.“Tsk. Dammit.