Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 12: She’s Pregnant

Vivian Quinn was speechless. ’That bastard. You want me to open the door just because you say so? Who do you think you are!’

"Vivian Quinn, did you hear me?"

Vivian Quinn finally couldn’t take it anymore. She scrambled out of bed and snapped indignantly, "Jett Sterling, are you crazy? I’m trying to sleep. Get lost!"

Only then did it go quiet outside the door.

Fearing the bastard would use a key to open the door, Vivian Quinn grabbed the fake scar and stuck it on her face before lying down to sleep again.

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door, this time exceptionally loud.

Vivian Quinn was about to explode. "Jett Sterling, can’t you understand plain language? Keep knocking, and I swear I’ll beat you to death!"

"Miss Quinn, it’s me." Easton Rivers’s anxious voice came from outside. "Master Sterling is having an episode. I’m begging you, please come take a look!"

Vivian Quinn froze, then shot up in bed. She threw off the covers, got out of bed, grabbed a jacket to throw on, and rushed out. "Where is he?"

"In the study!"

Vivian Quinn first ran to the master bedroom to get her silver needles, then burst into the study. Sure enough, she saw Jett Sterling painfully slamming his head against the desk.

"Jett Sterling!" Vivian Quinn hurried forward. "Don’t be afraid, I’m here!"

The man clutched his head, roaring in agony. "Vivian, it hurts..."

"I know. Don’t move, I’ll administer the needles!"

As Vivian Quinn administered the needles, the man gradually calmed down. The bloodshot redness in his eyes receded, but his face remained as pale as a sheet.

Vivian Quinn put away her silver needles. Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly gripped by a large, ice-cold hand.

Before she could react, she was pulled into the man’s embrace.

"What are you doing?" Vivian Quinn exclaimed.

"Vivian," the man said, looking at her deeply. "I’m sorry. Please don’t ignore me, okay?"

Vivian Quinn’s face was cold. "Let go of me first."

"I won’t," Jett Sterling said, holding her even tighter. "Vivian, you came to give me treatment. That means you’re worried about me."

Vivian Quinn looked at him helplessly. "Jett Sterling, I think there are some things I need to make clear to you."

A flash of panic crossed the man’s pale face. "What do you want to say?"

"I came to treat you because I’m a healer. I can’t just see you in pain and do nothing. Now, let’s talk about other things."

"I don’t consider myself an unreasonable person. I reflected on what happened yesterday, and I still don’t think I did anything wrong. I just don’t like being indebted to people, which is why I wrote you that IOU."

"So I really don’t know why you’re angry. But I can already feel your possessiveness toward me. I don’t know why, and I can’t figure you out. To be honest, I don’t want to try. I just want to explain my point of view." Vivian Quinn spoke seriously. "Regardless of what Austin Grant did to me, I can’t just pull myself out of one relationship and immediately jump into another."

"So when you forced me to be your girlfriend, forced me to live here, I only agreed because I had no choice. But you seem to be constantly pressuring me to accept you, and I really can’t."

"Right now, this place feels like a cage. I’m trapped, wanting to escape but unable to. And your overbearing nature is suffocating me."

Jett Sterling’s fingertips trembled. His dark, deep eyes locked onto her face, and it looked as if something inside them was cracking apart.

Vivian Quinn pushed his hands away, rose from his embrace, and took two steps back. Her voice was cold and distant. "Mr. Sterling, I’m sorry if my words have made you uncomfortable, but this is how I truly feel. If I’m to continue living here for another 28 days, then I have to say this. And you have to respect me. Otherwise, I won’t keep my promise. I won’t stay a minute longer. I hope you understand."

After speaking, the girl turned and left without another word.

Jett Sterling let out a self-deprecating laugh as a boundless bitterness finally filled his eyes...

...

Vivian Quinn returned to her room and lay back down on the bed, but all sleepiness was gone.

’I’ve said everything so clearly, so why do I still feel so miserable?’

It was as if a giant boulder was pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Vivian Quinn took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. It wasn’t until the small hours of the morning that she finally managed to fall into a difficult sleep.

After that night, Vivian Quinn didn’t see Jett Sterling again.

He left early and returned late, as if he were deliberately avoiding her.

Vivian Quinn couldn’t have been happier about it, busying herself with her own affairs each day.

For half a month, the two of them never crossed paths.

Vivian Quinn had grown accustomed to life in the villa. The maid took good care of her.

At lunchtime, as Vivian Quinn sat alone at the dining table eating, she suddenly heard a soft groan.

Vivian Quinn turned her head to look at the maid beside her. Seeing her pale face and the cold sweat on her brow, she asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I... I got my period..."

"Then you should go rest. Don’t just stand here," Vivian Quinn said. "Make some warm brown sugar water to drink, and cover up with a blanket so you don’t catch a chill."

The maid was immensely grateful. "Thank you, Miss Quinn. I’ll go now. Please call me if you need anything."

"Go on."

Vivian Quinn looked away and continued eating. The next second, as if remembering something, her chopsticks CLATTERED onto the table.

’Period?’

’My period... I don’t think it’s come yet!’

She had been in such a terrible mood lately that she had completely forgotten about it.

In the past, it wouldn’t have mattered, but things were different now. She had slept with Jett Sterling. She remembered they hadn’t used any protection that night, and she hadn’t taken a morning-after pill!

’It couldn’t be that much of a coincidence, could it...?’

Vivian Quinn lost all appetite. She quickly stood up, rushed out of the villa, found the nearest pharmacy, and bought two pregnancy tests.

During the two-minute wait, Vivian Quinn clasped her hands together, praying fervently.

She took a deep breath and picked up the pregnancy test from the counter. The two distinct lines on it nearly made her faint.

Unwilling to accept it, Vivian Quinn used the second test. The result was the same: two lines.

’I’m pregnant!’

Vivian Quinn sat numbly on the bathroom floor, staring blankly at the two pregnancy tests in front of her.

’Is God playing a joke on me?’

’This joke is... a little too big!’

She had things to do that afternoon, so she couldn’t dwell on it for now. She threw the pregnancy tests into the trash, making sure to cover them with a few tissues before heading out.

...

It wasn’t until after nine that night that Vivian Quinn returned to the villa.

Thinking of the child in her belly, she let her head hang low and sighed.

The villa was quiet, as the maids had already gone to bed. Vivian Quinn went upstairs to her guest room. The moment she turned on the light, the figure in front of the sofa startled her so badly she screamed. "Ah!"

Jett Sterling was sitting in his wheelchair, his gaze shooting straight toward her.

As their eyes met, Vivian Quinn suddenly felt as if a lifetime had passed.

"Where did you go?" Jett Sterling asked.

"Nowhere in particular," Vivian Quinn replied coolly. She was about to grab her pajamas to take a shower when she suddenly saw them on the coffee table in front of Jett Sterling: the two pregnancy tests!