Chapter 115


    Stop It, She’s Remarrying! By Ster Strands Chapter 115


    Fia was done with her shower and she walked out the bathroom.


    She saw Conrad standing like a wooden stake in front of the sofa.


    “You don’t want to take a shower?”


    Conrad held the two strips of medicine before turning toward her.


    “What are these?”


    Fia’s eyes shrunk. “You searched my bag?”


    “I was looking for your receipts to see if there’s more. I identally saw your medicine.”


    Conrad then stared at Fia. “The miscarriage prevention pills are to keep your baby?”


    “They’re not mine!” Fia held theb in her hand tightly as she forced herself to calm down. “It’s


    Eileen’s. She put it in my purse and I forgot about it.”


    Conrad frowned. “I thought you would say it yours.”


    Fia looked at him. “Why?”


    “To make me believe that you’re pregnant so I would give you the project back.”


    His words were calm but he didn’t dare to even blink an eye, worried that he would miss something.


    However, Fia only smiled and said, “I’m sorry for disappointing you.”


    She no longer wanted to torture herself because of his words.


    She then calmly asked as if it was someone else’s problem. “If I really did that, what would you do?”


    “It’s impossible for you to get pregnant,” Conrad said as he suppressed the thought that he had. When


    he saw the Miscarriage Prevention pills, he instinctively thought if she really was pregnant.


    But her expression told him that it was not possible.


    She had no expression of the joy of being a mother.


    A few days ago, he had asked her about the hospital results when he left suddenly.


    She had told him that it was just stomach–flu–induced vomiting.


    If she was really pregnant, it was impossible for the doctor not to figure it out.


    When he saw her look at him coldly, Conrad then said, “If you lie to me about you being pregnant


    because of that project, you would only make me hate you even more.”


    Fia turned around to head to the balcony, pretending that she wanted tob her hair. She used all


    her might to not shed a tear.


    She didn’t want to cry anymore. It wasn’t worth it.


    He coulde up with so many scenarios, but none of it was her being really pregnant.


    She didn’t know if she should feel lucky or if she should pity herself.


    Conrad approached the balcony and said, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Did you maybe actually


    think about doing it?”


    “Think what you like.”


    She didn’t know how her hair managed to get tangled with herb. She pulled as much as she could


    to the point that she pulled out several strands of hair. The pain on her scalp reached her heart.


    When Conrad saw that, his cold heart warmed.


    He walked over and took theb from her hand.


    “I’ll help you.”


    Fia felt the frigidness in her heart and asked, “Don’t you think this is funny?”


    “What’s funny?”


    “You were hating me just now, but you’rebing my hair right now? Are you crazy?“.


    She was going to be mentally ill thanks to him.


    “You should value your long hair,” Conrad said dispassionately.


    Fia remembered that Esme had the same hair as her.


    “So you remembered Esme while looking at my long hair?”


    Conrad’s mood waspletely spoiled.


    He simply left theb in her hair and returned to the bedroom.


    Fia took theb and mmed it on the ground, her eyes all red.


    He was taking a shower.


    She tried her best to go to bed.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Half an hourter, he walked out of the bathroom.


    He nced at the woman on the bed.


    “Can you help me find my blue pajamas?”


    Fia pursed her lips in disdain and pretended not to hear him.


    In the past, she would prepare his pajamas even without him telling her to. “Fia?”