Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love

The sweetness that seemed to illuminate all darkness was now like a sharp blade dipped in poison, mercilessly stabbing into her flesh.

She did it one by one, and she caused a bloody mess.

Under the astonished gazes of the passers-by, Ann squatted on the ground with her mouth open, as if she was shouting, but was unable to make a sound.

She was unable to breathe with the suffocating feeling in her chest.

She clutched the clothes in front of her chest tightly, tears falling from her eyes and falling to the ground with deep signs.

Ann did not know how long she had been squatting there, but there seemed to be pedestrians talking to her.

But she could not hear it clearly.

Ann turned around slowly when she heard the sound of a car horn.

Melinda lowered the window with a trace of complexity on her delicate face with makeup.

"Are you crying like this because you want Phillip to know everything and destroy himself, or do you want your father to wake up and to settle the score with me with his sick body? Ann, you have to know that I did all this for you and Phillip!"

Ann's eyelashes trembled slightly as she tightened her grip on her knees.

She could not tell Phillip or William that she had met Melinda.

No matter who it was, she didn't want to hurt him.

Melinda saw that Ann seemed to have thought it through. Then she unlocked the car.

She handed Ann a bottle of mineral water and a makeup bag.

"Get in the car and clean up your face. Think about what you should tell Phillip later without revealing any flaws."

Ann had been squatting for too long, and her legs were a little numb.

After maintaining a strange posture for a while, she had to get in the car.

She saw herself in a mess in the makeup mirror with her red and swollen eyelids, the wrinkles between her eyebrows and her mottled lips.

When Ann cleaned up the marks on her face and opened the door to get out of the car, she suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at Melinda who was sitting in the car.

"Since you don't like Dad at all, why did you marry him back then? Have you ever loved him?"

Melinda was a little surprised by the question, and a complicated light flashed in her beautiful eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She turned to look at Ann, the plum blossom mark at the corner of her eyes shining sexily.

She smiled as she spoke in a charming voice.

"Ann, I don't know how William has taught you all these years, but what I can teach you is that in this world, the only thing that women can rely on is themselves. Love is just a deal between men and women." Ann tightened her grip on the handle of the car and released it.

She got it.

Whether it was Phillip's father or her father, Melinda did not love them.

What she loved was only money and power!

When Ann was waiting for the elevator in the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, she happened to meet Phillip who came out with the car key.

When he saw her, his eyes narrowed.

He immediately stepped forward and grabbed her hand. His tone was slightly heavy but with deep concern.

"Where did you go?"

William had signs of waking up, and Phillip was afraid that he would stimulate William alone there.

He wanted to call Ann but was rejected.

When he called again, it was turned off.

Feeling uneasy, he found the doctor's office and was told that Ann had already left.

Ann thought that she had calmed down, but when hearing his voice, she was emotional again.

No, she was not fully prepared.

She was still unable to fully accept his relationship with her.

She could not do what Melinda had said, proposing a breakup without revealing any flaws.

The thought of them breaking up almost killed her.

But the relationship between them...

Thinking of this, Ann shook off Phillip's hand, turning her face sideways to prevent him from seeing her expression.

"The toilet upstairs is full. I had to come down."

Although she tried her best to keep her voice steady and prevent him from knowing that she had cried, Phillip notice something was wrong with her hoarse voice.

He reached out to hold Ann's thin shoulder and looked down at her, his tone concerned.

"You cried?"

When his hand stroked her, Ann subconsciously stiffened, and then she almost instinctively struggled back.

She was conflicted. On one hand, she longed for Phillip's touch and on the other hand, she subconsciously rejected him.

Phillip's eyes darkened because of Ann's retreat.

His deep eyes stared at her eyes, who dared not to look at him.

He frowned even more with his thin lips slightly pursed. Then he tentatively bent his waist slightly, lowering his head and slowly approaching Ann.

Ann could feel Phillip's breathe was getting closer and closer.

It was warm with a familiar scent that made her feel at ease.

Ann's long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly. Just a second before Phillip was about to kiss her, Ann seemed to be frightened and pushed him away, hurriedly retreating. The elevator behind her just opened, and Ann hurriedly entered.

Without waiting for Phillip, she quickly and hurriedly pressed the closing button, isolating his gloomy and complicated face from the elevator door.