The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 885
Feeling a bit down, Mya walked across the crosswalk with a bunch of people when the traffic light turned green. She had a stylish purse with pearls on it, and she seemed lost in her thoughts, thinking hard. ‘What would I do if I’m really pregnant?’
On the same street not far from her, a car was also waiting for the traffic light. Fred’s deputy spotted Mya in the crowd and nudged Fred. “Sir, look, it’s Ms. Harper.”
Fred quickly located Mya in the crowd. She was small and slim, not especially standing out-easy to miss in a sea of regular folks. He had never paid much attention to regular-looking ladies before, but there was something about Mya that intrigued him.
Mya was the only one brave enough to toss his clothes out the window. Even though Fred usually didn’t like that kind of bold behavior, Mya’s rebellious side was kind of interesting. To Fred, Mya was not like the women he usually fooled around with. She was special- like a pet he wanted to keep. A bit of teasing wouldn’t do any harm, he thought.
Not knowing she had eyes on her, Mya stood shivering at the bus stop, her hands buried in her teddy bear scarf. She only noticed the car when Fred’s deputy asked, “Ms. Harper, where are you headed?”
Stunned, Mya stared for a moment before turning abruptly and bolting away. Despite not being a regular exerciser, she was surprisingly swift. Fred, finding amusement in the chase, told the driver to follow at a leisurely pace, always keeping a few yards’ distance.
When Mya finally slowed down, Fred’s car pulled up beside her. Stepping out, Fred picked her up and placed her in the backseat. Her face turned red as she was trying to catch her breath. She pounded on the car window, insisting,” I want to go home, let me out!”
Unfazed, Fred retrieved a bottle of water from the car. As he unscrewed the cap, he advised, “Catch your breath first.”
Mya hesitated, fearing a repeat of their last encounter. She instinctively covered her stomach.
“A stomachache?” Fred inquired, his tone turning icy.
“Don’t touch me,” Mya retorted.
“We’re heading to the hospital,” Fred ordered, his eyes clouding over. Panicked, Mya objected, “No, I don’t want to go to the hospital. I want to go home!”
“Ah! My stomach!” Mya shrieked suddenly, clutching her belly and curling up.
Fred reached out to touch Mya’s stomach, but she slapped his hand away. She said, “Don’t touch me. My mother said… never to let strangers touch me.”
‘How long has it been?’ Fred thought to himself, ‘I could clearly see a softness forming around her belly, even through her clothes.’
“Like I’ve never touched you before,” Fred growled, his facial scar making him look even more menacing. “Lift your shirt!”
