Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Joshua Hughes is truly an enigma. He would elevate her, allowing her to secure endorsements from several major brands within just a few days. She appeared on camera more frequently than top models. He was also very passionate in bed, yet he seldom spoke otherwise, always wearing a cold, aloof expression.

Rumor had it that Joshua Hughes was a ruthless and cold-blooded character, yet being treated like this by him suggested she was special in his heart. The young model quickly followed Joshua as they stepped out, making sure to show her best angle to the paparazzi’s cameras.

In the underground parking lot, Joshua’s bodyguard had already driven a car over. Joshua coldly instructed, ”Take her home,” before walking to his own car without looking back. He started the engine swiftly, and the car shot out like an arrow released from a bow. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white, nearly crushing it. His deep-set eyes were filled with intense pain. How was she? Did she fall?

He couldn’t pick her up now. This was a critical time. Being with him was very dangerous. He even suspected that year he was ambushed because Conny Hughes had colluded with the Vietnam Locale. For this reason, those he cared about the most could become his weaknesses. He didn’t want her to face any danger, so he found a woman to put in the public eye. He wanted to provide her with the best life once the storm passed. For now, she absolutely couldn’t take risks with him.

In the hospital, the emergency room was bustling, and Beckett Wright waited anxiously outside. Her condition had been poor earlier; faint traces of blood stained the white car seat. She had been in so much pain it seemed she might curl up like a wounded little beast, even her gaze was sorrowful.

”Are you her husband? Young people these days really don’t take care, do they? How can you be so careless when you’re pregnant? Wearing such high heels, what’s more important, work or the child? Do you even want this child? You seem well-off, how could a pregnant woman be malnourished? It’s very dangerous now. I’ve given her an injection. If you want the child, she needs to stop working immediately, rest in bed more, and eat nutritious foods. If not, it’s best to decide early so she won’t endure much suffering.” The gynecologist in the emergency room filled out the case notes as she spoke. People nowadays are perplexing. Couples who are eager to have children might face stress or physical issues, leading to struggles conceiving. With such a perfect couple, their child would undoubtedly be beautiful, yet they still don’t treasure it carefully.

”Do you want the child or not?” the doctor asked loudly while filling out the case notes, seeing that the person standing nearby hadn’t answered.

”Yes, of course, we want it.” Beckett nodded. He knew a soft-hearted girl like Avery Jane could never bear to kill her own child. She would keep the child, right?

”Then she needs to be in better spirits to possibly keep the child. Her threatened miscarriage wasn’t entirely due to the fall. There had been signs early on, so you must be particularly cautious. But even if you want the child, it might not be possible to keep it. Her condition isn’t good...” The doctor sighed. Although she frequently witnessed abortions at the hospital, with some girls treating it casually, as a responsible doctor, she hoped such incidents were rare.

Beckett asked about the precautions, pushed open the door, and entered the emergency room ward. On the small bed, she lay there quietly, her eyes sparkling like black crystals.

”Avery, let’s go back. We’ll return to my place first. The doctor said you need to lie down more. You live so far away, and there’s no one to take care of you.” Beckett’s warm voice spoke softly. Her small hand was like a delicate white orchid, yet he dared not hold it. Fear comes close with intimacy, and he always approached her cautiously.: ”I can’t afford this child now; I can barely support myself. I’m such a failure, such a failure...” Avery murmured softly, her hand brushing her still-flat belly. Tears fell like broken pearls, one after another.