Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 598 Double Happiness Arrives (1)_1

A tall figure, a handsome face, deep eyes, sexy and warm lips...

Dreams.

Another dream!

Adele Horne opened her eyes, filled with annoyance. Lately, whenever she fell asleep, she would dream. She dreamed of different men, yet they all shared similar traits—tall, handsome, with deep gazes.

Who were these men?

She didn't recognize any of them.

Yet in her dreams, she subconsciously felt that one of these men was the father of her baby.

During the day, she always practiced throwing darts at the written Chinese character for 'black', probably because what one deliberates over by day will become the dream of the night.

Sitting up from the bed, she glanced at her greatly swollen belly, and her gaze suddenly became complicated.

Being pregnant made her realize that being a mother was not easy, especially during the early and late stages of pregnancy. The early stage came with constant vomiting and discomfort, while the later one—carrying the big belly—was even more so.

It was also because she was pregnant and understood the hardships of motherhood that she had grown more considerate and filial toward her own mother.

Her family said she had matured a lot more than she had been a year ago.

A bitter smile played upon her lips. After all she had been through, how could she not have matured?

Turning her head, she looked at the large written Chinese character for 'black' pasted on the wall, which had long been punctured by her throwing darts until it resembled a hornet's nest.

The man, whom she had no memory of, yet who had taken her innocence and left his seed, was now indelibly etched into the depths of her heart. While she resented him, she also couldn't stop wondering what he looked like.

Checking the time, she saw it was still early, so she lay on her side again, continuing to sleep.

After all, besides eating, her life now revolved around sleeping and strolling around.

Adele Horne did not know that she was not the only person plagued by constant dreams.

Noah Reyes had also been having numerous dreams lately. His dreams were always the same: he dreamed of Adele Horne, heavily pregnant, walking toward him, but despite walking all night, she never reached him, leaving him exceedingly anxious.

At this moment, while Adele Horne continued her comfortable nap in bed, Noah Reyes had returned to one of his many villas. He locked himself in the studio, incessantly painting before an easel, tearing up the paper only to start over. He had been painting for several months now, but his painting skill showed little improvement. He could only manage to paint Adele's hair well; her face was still a struggle, not to mention her eyes. The eyes were the most expressive feature, and he estimated it might take him several more years to capture them vividly.

Counting the days, if she was indeed carrying his child, she must be close to giving birth, right?

Could there be danger?

He had heard that childbirth for a woman was akin to stepping one foot into the gates of death. Even with advanced medical technology and the option of cesarean sections for difficult births, still...

Noah Reyes felt a tightness in his chest.

He couldn't even imagine the courage it must take for an unmarried woman, pregnant out of wedlock, to decide to give birth.

He really, really, really wanted to fly to Syrena immediately, to go to T City to find her, to confirm if his dreams were real. Was she truly carrying his child? Was she truly unmarried and pregnant, yet choosing to have the child? There were so many things he desperately wanted to confirm.

But just ten minutes ago, he had received a call from his father, the current head of the Blazing Flame Sect, asking him to attend a birthday party at a certain place tonight.

It was the birthday party of his father's Nth mistress, who had also borne his father children. Anyway, his father, apart from handling important sect matters, was busy sowing his wild oats everywhere, giving him many half-siblings from different mothers, every single one of whom wanted to take his life. Among so many half-siblings, not one of them genuinely saw him as an older brother; they all called him 'Big Brother' to his face while secretly plotting to kill him.

The woman hosting tonight's party was in Dumbledore, living in a luxurious villa. That villa was said to be far more splendid than the one his own mother inhabited.

His biological mother had always resided in the true Reyes Family Mansion, a symbol of the legitimate wife's status. No mistress, of any generation of sect leader, was allowed to move into that grand villa or even appear there.

Although it symbolized the legitimate wife's status, it was the most desolate place, like a deserted palace. All year round, apart from servants and assassin-bodyguards, she wouldn't even see her husband.

That mistress had also borne his father a son and two daughters. The son, more than a decade younger than Noah, was also one of those secretly plotting to take his life—a mere youngster, not even twenty, yet already vying for the sect leader's position.

Noah Reyes snorted internally.

He rarely attended any parties; they were crowded and chaotic, providing ample opportunities for his opponents to assassinate him. Even if his face appeared at such events, it was usually a body double.

This time, his father had personally called, instructing him to fly to Dumbledore this evening for the party. There had to be an ulterior motive; otherwise, his father wouldn't have called him.

His father wouldn't possibly conspire with his half-siblings to kill him. Although his father was unfaithful to his mother, he still valued and doted on him, his legitimate son and heir.

Noah Reyes could only think of one possibility: this party was undoubtedly a disguised matchmaking attempt. If he wasn't mistaken, his father's mistress intended to use a honey trap to ensnare him.

When their own children couldn't successfully seize the position of sect leader, they resorted to using the women around them to bind him. Once they could make him fall for one of them, marry her as his legitimate wife, and have a legitimate heir with her, it would be tantamount to them controlling the Blazing Flame Sect.

He saw through such schemes all too clearly.

His predicament was the very reason he had never dared to investigate anything about her.

Even if he found her now and brought her to his side, she wouldn't lead a peaceful life. Countless assassination attempts and conspiracies would ensnare her like a web, trapping her inextricably. If he kept her by his side, constantly moving from place to place, it would still be an unstable life, which wouldn't be good for her.

So, he would rather be heartless right now, letting her live in her own world, regardless of the suffering she might endure. He couldn't allow himself even the slightest moment of weakness.

Unconsciously, a portrait of a woman without facial features appeared on the paper on the easel—a pregnant figure with a prominently raised belly.

Throwing down his brush, Noah Reyes's deep eyes stared intently at the painting.