Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 65 He Does Not Deserve to Be A Father

Hearing her straightforward answer, Shawn’s mouth twitched. His eyes were filled with anger. He

glared at her, but following that was a strange smile that appeared on his thin lips.

“No wonder you don’t want to take anything from me. Joye, do you think that Yvon can give you more

than what I can give you?”

His sarcastic tone and evil smile made Joye feel as if she had fallen into an icy-cold pool, her entire

body froze from the inside out.

She let go of the hand that was on her belly and for the first time, there was actual hatred in her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter what other people can give me. You, Shawn, don’t deserve to be the father of my

child at all!”

"That’s why my child is gone!"

Joye’s heart ached as she bit her lip tightly. Her body was trembling slightly, but she still stubbornly

stared into Shawn’s eyes. “That’s right, the child is gone.”

It was as he hoped, after all. The child was gone. What else was there for him to be dissatisfied with?

From now on, he could accompany Vivian and their child happily and without any worries.

As she was deep in her dark thoughts, her cheeks suddenly hurt. Shawn’s slender fingers pinched her

cheeks as if he was going to rip the skin right off her face. “Joye, who do you think you are? I don’t care

about it at all.”

"Ha!"

Her cheeks hurt, but she laughed out loud. "Of course, you don't care, Mr. Richard. You have a happy

family."

They were so happy that their happiness was enough to break her heart from across the street.

The anger in his heart seemed to be suddenly extinguished by a basin of cold water. The anger in

Shawn’s eyes receded quickly, and he loosened the grip on her cheeks. His Adam’s apple bobbed up

and down twice before he finally spoke.

"You are right. If it weren’t for you, I would have been happy a long time ago."

After he said that in a cold and arrogant voice, he no longer looked at her. He turned around and strode

away.

"Joye."

After Janina locked the door, she ran to Joye to help her.

Joye was leaning against the wall and gasping for air. “Is Shawn insane? He is clearly the one in the

wrong!”

“Janina, I just want to sleep for a while. Is that okay?”

Joye looked up, her eyes filled with tears. Shawn was right. The three of them would have lived happily

together if it weren’t for her.

Janina had never seen her like that before and she stuttered, “Of… Of course, let me help you.”

......

After he left the apartment, Shawn drove his Rolls-Royce madly and sped through over a dozen red

lights. The pedestrians were so scared that they all scrambled to avoid him, afraid of getting knocked

down by the crazy driver.

When Vivian heard the roar of the car outside, she hurriedly ended the phone call she was on. Through

the French windows, she saw the face of the person who was getting out of the car, and she smiled.

Joye’s situation went much smoother than she had expected.

The moment the door was pushed open, Vivian walked towards the door and spoke caringly, “Shawn,

what happened? Why does your face look so pale?”

"Where is Jasper?"

Shawn did not even reply to her. He raised his head and glanced at the bedroom upstairs. He was now

filled with an aura that was equivalent to that of burning anger.

"He is asleep."

Vivian smiled as she looked into his angry eyes. She asked casually, “Joye is sick, isn’t she?” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Shawn's eyes darkened. He suddenly lifted her up, then took a few steps forward with his long legs,

and the two of them fell into the very bouncy sofa together.

"Shawn..."

"Shut up.”

Shawn’s fingers were blocking her lips.

His unstable breathing seemed like it was venting some sort of emotions as he lowered his head…

A hint of panic flashed across Vivian’s face.

"Shawn, I love you. I've always loved you."

A gentle and shy voice sounded in his ears. The light in Shawn’s eyes turned even more intense. He

wanted to use his actions to disprove Connor’s claims and show that he was still strong, that he did not

fall in love with Joye at all.

Just as Vivian thought that everything was going according to her plan, Shawn stopped.

She frowned and asked, "Shawn?"

Shawn withdrew his hands. His eyes, which had been burned with anger for a long time, had become

much clearer. He pulled away from Vivian and tidied up his clothes. "I'm sorry, I think I drank too much."

Vivian was stunned. She had waited a long time for this opportunity that was now right in front of her.

She did not want to give up just like that.

Her eyes turned red in an instant. "Don't say sorry to me, okay? You clearly know that I love you. Look

at how restrained you are."

She had placed herself at the lowest level. She knew Shawn well. Aggressive methods would only

make him feel disgusted, yet he would be soft-hearted towards her gentle and pitiful pleas.

Sure enough, he frowned and stopped tidying his clothes. His eyes were full of confusion, there was

even a hint of annoyance.

"Shawn, just let me stay with you, okay?"

Shawn narrowed his eyes, his expressions turned even colder. "Vivian, you are the mother of my child."

That was all, he could not give her anything else.

Silence ensued.

With a bang, the door of the villa slammed closed. She looked at the tightly closed door in shock and

turned her head to look at the car that was driving towards darkness again in disbelief. After a long

time, she sat on the sofa, her light pink nails stabbed into the leather of the sofa.

She did not just want to be the mother of his child! She wanted to be his wife, and the woman he loved!

It did not matter how much he loved Joye, she would pull her out of his heart completely!