Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love

At the workroom.

Fred took out some bottles and placed them in front of Ann.

Turning his head, he found that Ann seemed to have slipped her mind.

He snapped his fingers.

The clear sound caught Ann's attention.

Ann came back to her senses and saw Fred's serious expression.

"Ann, as a professional perfumer, you should stay focused at such a moment. Focus all your attention on the things in front of you."

"Sorry," Ann said awkwardly.

Just now, she could not help but think about what Daisy said at noon.

'He would get married...

Soon, he would have another woman.

The woman would be as outstanding as him. Unlike me, she wouldn't be his burden. They would get everyone's blessings.

By contrast, people always used the word "inappropriate" to describe my relationship with him.

He was gonna step on the path that he was supposed to take.'

Ann suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart and took a deep breath.

Then she turned to Fred with a smile on her face, "Let's get started. When I made it earlier, I felt that something was missing in the middle note. I need your help to make some adjustments."

...

When Ann finished her work and changed her clothes, it was completely darkened.

Ann frowned as she sniffed.

She smelt like rotten eggs.

Fred followed behind Ann. When he saw Ann sniffing herself, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You've been in the field for so many years. Still didn't get used to it?"

Wearing a long face, Ann answered, "I need to pick up Nikki at Daisy's place soon. Smelling like this, I'm afraid Nikki will keep a distance from me."

She was worried that even the taxi driver would refuse to take her.

Fred chuckled. He raised Ann's arm, which was covered with all kinds of labels. "Still the old habit. You really treat your skin as a test field."

Ann shrugged her shoulders and deliberately put on a helpless face. "I have to. After all, I am determined to become an outstanding perfumer!"

When Fred heard this, he lowered his head to look into Ann's clear eyes. He raised his hand, touched Ann's hair, and smiled gently.

"Ann, every time you mention your dream, you look so fascinating."

Ann saw some emotions in Fred's eyes that she couldn't understand. Plus, she also sensed some oppressing vibe from him, which made her feel a little flustered.

She turned to the side and walked away from him a little bit. Then she coughed and changed the topic.

"Fred, it's getting late. Thank you for your guidance today. Let me treat you to a big meal someday!"

As Fred looked at Ann's slightly unnatural face, a glimmer flashed across his eyes.

He straightened up, with the same gentle smile on his face.

"Alright then."

Looking at Fred's clear eyes, Ann heaved a sigh of relief in her heart, thinking that her imagination might have run wild just now.

"Then I'll go pick up Nikki. You should go home as well."

Fred was about to nod. Yet before he did that, he saw a tall man from the glass wall on the side.

Fred raised his eyebrows and held Ann's hand, with a warm smile on his face.

"Let me give you a ride."

Before Ann refused him, Fred pointed at the labels on her arm.

"Do you want to take Nikki to the subway station when you smell like rotten eggs?"

Ann fell silent. After a while, she agreed.

"Alright then. By the way, you also smell like rotten eggs!"

Ann did not care about the strange gazes that she might get from passers-by.

But Nikki would be with her and she needed to take Nikki's feelings into consideration.

Fred chuckled and knocked on Ann's head gently, which got him an unhappy stare from Ann. He ignored that and walked out while putting his arm around her shoulder. "Let's go, rotten egg."

Fred and Ann left the Moore Group Hall.

Soon afterwards, a tall man appeared from a corner near the elevator.

The lights in the hall were off. Only the lights on the corridor were still on.

Most of Phillip's perfect face was hidden in the dark. From the lonely shadow on the floor, one could tell that he was in a mood.

Surging emotions were within his pitch-black eyes, yet they were concealed by his thick eyelashes. Meanwhile, his fingers closed into a fist.

Suddenly, the vibration of his mobile phone broke the silence.

"Daddy, Great-grandpa said he would find us a stepmother. Is that true?"

"Then what about Miss Ann? You promised that you would let Miss Ann be our mommy."

The two little guys sounded disappointed.

Phillip recalled how close Fred and Ann were just now and tightened his grip on the phone. "Can't you accept others?"

He sounded calm. This was a question for the children and a question for himself.

The little guy replied quickly.

"Of course, we can't! We like Miss Ann and have decided that only Miss Ann would be our mommy. We just can't accept others. Besides, only Miss Ann could give me a sister as cute as Nikki!" After Phillip hung up the phone, he thought of the little fellow's serious reply and forced a smile.

'You only want her to be your mom.

Yet this won't make any difference.

A sister, hilarious!'

The next day.

In a high-end French restaurant in River City.

Fred ordered many dishes in his fluent French. Ann quickly picked up the menu and calculated the price. Her beautiful face then fell.

When the waitress with a sweet smile left, Ann put down the menu and stared at Fred. She felt bad and regretful.

'I shouldn't say that I wanted to treat him to a big meal.

He is super rich yet I have nothing!

Plus, I need to raise my kid and support my old parent.

I need to pay my father's hospital bills and Nikki's tuition. I don't have much money left and am already living paycheck to paycheck.'

Looking at Ann's remorseful face, Fred smiled and tapped rhythmically on the table covered with a white tablecloth.

"Regret it now?" he teased her.

Ann quickly adjusted her expression and said, "No."

"Don't worry. A gentleman like me will always pay the bill."

Ann waved her hand, "You don't need to do that. I promised you, so I have to..." Ann paused and touched her nose, looking a little embarrassed.

Then she added, "I promise this won't happen again before I get successful."

Fred laughed and was about to say something. Suddenly, a graceful woman walked over from the side.

"Ann?"

Ann turned around and was surprised to see Melinda, who was wearing exquisite makeup.

Because Fred was here, Ann nodded politely. "Mrs. Moore."

Melinda patted Ann's shoulder intimately, wearing a dignified and amiable smile.

Melinda turned around and saw Fred, who always stood out from the crowd with his outstanding appearance and temperament. Melinda's expression changed slightly.

"Ann, who is this?" She turned to Ann and looked at her amicably.