He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 49: Never Mind the Baby, Why Are You Crying?

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Never Mind the Baby, Why Are You Crying?

"Do you have any other choice but to trust me?" His hand slammed against the doorframe as he leaned in, his nose nearly touching hers. "What do you think Felix Finch can do for you? The most he can manage is getting your mom into his family’s hospital, which will only delay her death."

"Acquiring the hospital, shutting down the project... you did all that just so my mother would die. You got your wish."

’Your revenge is complete.’

’And now you’re telling me you want to restart the project.’

’What the hell is he playing at?’

’Is he just toying with me?’

She stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the meaning hidden within their depths, but he was unreadable.

"Restart the project? What are you trying to achieve this time?" Her mind flashed to what Wanda Lynch had said earlier, and she scoffed. "If this is still about your grandfather, you don’t have to go through all this trouble. It’s not like I can escape anyway."

"It’s not." His denial was swift.

’It’s not?’

’Then what is it?’

She hated playing these guessing games. It was like being a frog in slowly boiling water; a quick, clean cut would be less painful.

"Then what is it?"

His slender fingers slowly rose. Just as they were about to touch her face, she flinched away reflexively.

His fingers closed on empty air, and a flicker of displeasure crossed his face. "Does it matter why? Besides me, who else can restart the project for you?"

"Do you think this is fun?"

She couldn’t possibly agree to something she didn’t understand.

No matter how desperately she wanted it, no matter how anxious she was, she wouldn’t let herself be pushed to the edge of a cliff.

"If you must have a reason, then... have my child."

His large hands gripped her thin shoulders tightly. Desire surged within him, yet his expression remained terrifyingly placid.

’Pregnant?’

Her pupils constricted in shock. She shoved the man in front of her away with sudden force.

’Has he forgotten that he forced half a bottle of birth control pills down my throat?’

’He was the one who didn’t want me pregnant, and now he’s the one who wants me to have his child.’

’What does he think I am?’

"Theodore Grant, I won’t get pregnant. I *can’t* get pregnant anymore. If you’re hoping the antibodies from my pregnancy will let your grandfather live another ten years, you can forget about it."

A woman, his woman, was defiantly declaring she would never bear him a child.

He felt deeply insulted.

"How will we know you can’t if we don’t try?"

"Try?" She laughed mockingly, her own eyes misting over as she looked at his face, which was now contorted with rage. "Haven’t we tried enough? When you were pinning me down and forcing yourself on me day after day, did you ever once use protection? Did I get pregnant? Mr. Grant, that half a bottle of birth control pills wasn’t a cheap knockoff."

Theodore Grant could never understand this kind of pain.

If he wanted a child, he could have one with any woman he chose.

But she was different. She really couldn’t have children anymore.

She had lost the right and the chance to ever be a mother.

And it was all thanks to the man standing right in front of her.

"Regretting it now, are you?" Her tear-filled eyes curved like crescent moons, yet they radiated a heart-wrenching, soul-crushing sorrow. "You should have waited until after I was pregnant, given the antibodies to your grandfather, and *then* gotten rid of the baby. Not prevented it from ever existing in the first place."

Theodore Grant said nothing, simply staring at her.

He watched her tears escape and fall to the floor, shattering like his own heart.

His slender fingertips gently brushed away a tear from the corner of her eye. "If you can’t have a child, then you can’t. What are you crying for?"

"So will you still restart the project? Will you still save my mom? Are you going to push her to hell just to pull her back out again? She’s dying, Thomas Morgan is mad, and you’re toying with our whole family. Is your revenge finally over?"

Every word she spoke struck his heart, leaving him with no defense.

They had been married for two years, and she had always been as meek as a kitten. This was the first time she had ever been so aggressive.

His eyes darkened. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He pulled back, walked over to his desk, and put a cigarette to his lips.

He couldn’t answer her questions.

CLICK. The lighter flickered to life. He lowered his head and took a deep drag. "You’ve always wanted to work, haven’t you? I found a job for you."

"I don’t need you to find a job for me," she refused coldly.

He took another deep drag from his cigarette, slowly exhaling a plume of gray smoke. "It seems you don’t care if your mother lives, then."

"What the hell are you planning?" She knew Theodore Grant was up to no good. Since he mistakenly believed she’d slept with Felix Finch, he was probably planning to send her somewhere sordid. "Do you want me to be a hostess?"

"A hostess?" He sounded as if he’d just heard the world’s funniest joke. "Do you know how to please a man? How to grovel and serve him? You’re like a block of wood in bed. Who would want that?"

’Fine, so he doesn’t like it. Did he have to be so insulting?’

She stubbornly wiped away her tears. "Then where are you planning to send me?"

"Send you to Northern Burma to get your organs harvested? Or to Dubahn to run a phone scam? You think you could handle that?" Enraged, he blew a cloud of smoke right in her face.

She choked and coughed.

Waving the smoke away from her face, she said, "I couldn’t."

"If you can’t, then just go to work like you’re told." He picked up an offer letter from the desk and handed it to her. "Report to the office tomorrow."

Natalie eyed him with distrust.

Only then did she lower her gaze to the paper.

The Grant Group, Design Department.

The words seemed to scald her eyes. She immediately shoved the letter back at Theodore. "I’m not working for the Grant Group."

He frowned.

When they were first married, she had begged him more than once to let her work in the Grant Group’s design department.

Now that this prime opportunity was being handed to her on a silver platter, she didn’t want it.

"Isn’t this your dream job?"

Natalie pressed her lips together.

It used to be the one place she dreamed of working.

Back when they were first married, she had been naive and idealistic, thinking it would be romantic for her and Theodore to commute to and from work together.

She had submitted her resume to the Grant Group’s design department multiple times.

Her qualifications and experience more than met the department’s hiring standards.

But Theodore had intervened and shut it down.

He forbade her from working at all, let alone at the Grant Group.

After that, she’d given up.

But now...

She wanted to get away from him—as far as possible. If she could, she would go the rest of her life without ever seeing him again.

"I’m not going."

She wouldn’t accept a job that came with strings attached.

Her repeated refusals infuriated the tyrannical man.

He viciously stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed her arm, and slammed her down onto the sofa, planting his hands on either side of her.

"If you want your mother to live, you’ll work at the Grant Group. If you want her to die, then don’t. It’s one or the other. Choose."

Natalie’s lips parted.

’One or the other.’

’It seemed she never had a choice.’

"What’s your goal in making me work at the Grant Group?" She met his gaze directly. His eyes were like bottomless, inky-black abysses. She had no idea what he was plotting.

He let out a soft, mocking laugh. "I want to see how you manage to date other men right under my nose."

’So that’s what this is about.’

She met the mockery in his eyes. "If someone really wants to do that, it won’t take long. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it."