Her Secret Mate

Every time Fiona thought she had no hope, things would turn around.

Jeremy offered to let her eat with him.

She was excited.

Jeremy looked at her indifferently and said, "It was my treat this morning."

"Oh, so you asked me to eat with you in order to let me pay?"

She heard her heart broken. 'Can't he be kind to me? For the sake of my pregnancy, can he be kind to me?'

Men were all unreliable, but she still loved him wholeheartedly. She was helpless.

Fiona had been to many restaurants near the Studio City, but there was no delicious food.

After wandering around for a while, she felt a little tired.

Recently her belly was a little bigger than before because of her pregnancy. Although she wore loose clothes and couldn't be seen immediately, it was inconvenient to move. She couldn't walk anymore.

After finding a place to sit down, she looked suspiciously at Jeremy, who was looking around, and asked, "Where on earth are you going to have dinner?"

"Go home."

"You don't want to eat?"

She had been walking with him for so long, but he wanted to go home? She wanted to have dinner with him, but she didn't want to mention it because of her dignity.

With a sobbing tone, Fiona's sadness gradually spread on her face. She was very uncomfortable. "Jeremy, since you don't want to have dinner with me, you can tell me earlier. I'm not a pestering woman." She wouldn't pester him.

She didn't want him to hate her.

It was indeed her fault in the past. She also knew that she was wrong, but there might be no chance for her to repent in the future.

Her heart trembled.

Jeremy had no choice. Women liked to cry, especially pregnant women. He sat beside her and stretched out his stiff hand. He hadn't been so close to her for a long time, so he was a little unaccustomed to it. "Don't cry."

He wiped her tears with a tissue, full of pity.

He just looked around to see if there was any better restaurant, but after looking around, he found nothing. He proposed to go home because he thought the food cooked by himself would be better than the food eaten outside. "I'm not crying."

Jeremy threw down the tissue and felt her hot tears with his hand. "If you don't cry, what's in my hand? Fiona, you don't have to do this in front of me."

"Do what? You don't want me to get you back? Jeremy, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I was very worried about you in the past. I was afraid that you would be hurt by Joanna and her mother, so I didn't dare to approach you." At that time, she thought maybe pushing him away was the best way for each other.

But that was not the truth.

She was totally wrong.

She carefully avoided his eyes and didn't dare to look at him.

Jeremy was shocked.

It turned out that this fool really thought so. She didn't know how disheartened he was at that time. For several times, he was almost overwhelmed with pain, and even had the idea of never seeing her again. Fortunately, they met again.

Jeremy helped her up, "Can you walk? I'll carry you if you can't."

Fiona thought he was joking, so she laid on his back rudely, "I'm tired. Carry me on your back."

"You are so impolite."

"Why should I be polite? It's you who proposed it. You have to keep your words."

Jeremy carried her to the car and sent her to his place.

They used to live here.

Fiona felt as if it had been a lifetime. The tears that she tried hard to hold back began to spread again. "Jeremy, I Can I come in?"

Jeremy expressed his thought directly with actions.

He pulled her in.

Nothing had changed.

Before closing the door, Jeremy pressed her against the door when she was not paying attention. He angrily asked, "Do you regret now? Where did you go back then?" "I'm sorry."

"It's no use apologizing? We have divorced. "

She even let another man swoop in. Fortunately, the child was his, or he would never forgive her for the rest of his life.

He held her face and gently kissed it. When he saw the woman's face, he immediately became stunned. He crazily kissed her red lips.

It seemed that after a century, Jeremy still didn't want to let her go.

On the contrary, Fiona felt a little difficult to breathe. With her lips tightly closed, she didn't understand what Jeremy meant.

He had kissed her for such a long time that she could only breathe his breath.

It seemed that they had never been separated.

"Jeremy, what do you mean?"

When she found a chance, she couldn't wait to ask, with expectations in her eyes. She wanted to know his intention.

Jeremy wanted to slap her, "Don't you understand what I mean? Fiona, I can't forget you."

Yes, after so many things, she was the only woman in his mind. During this period of time, his friends had introduced other women to him. After meeting them, he immediately gave up.

"You can't forget me?"

"Yes."

As soon as Jeremy finished his words, she took the initiative to kiss him.

The two returned to their room and got close to each other. When they got close to each other, he struggled for a while, and then stopped. He said thoughtfully, "If you don't want towon't force you."

"I want." Fiona put his hand on her chest and said loudly, "I do."

These days, for countless times, she wanted to show him her heart.

She regretted letting go of his hand.

Fortunately, she met love again today.

On the second day, when she was in a daze, she heard someone knocking at the door.

"Fiona, are you inside?"

Upon hearing this, she was immediately awakened. It was Vincent's voice. How did he know that she was here?

She was frightened to get up at once. When she was about to get out of bed, Jeremy stopped her. "Don't worry. He can't come in."

"He will be worried."

She was seduced by Jeremy last night. She didn't go back to the hotel or tell him that she was safe. Perhaps they were all worried about her. She found that she always caused trouble to others.

"Have a good rest. I'll talk to him."

"But..."

"Nothing but you are my wife."

Jeremy calmly announced that he was not kidding, but wanted to make her be his real wife.

He was in a good mood. When he put on his clothes, he saw the woman's shy eyes reflected in the mirror looking at him secretly. He enjoyed the feeling of being peeped by his beloved woman, but he did not expose her.

He wore a low necked home wear, trying to kill Vincent's feelings for Fiona in the cradle.