Chapter 67


    Chapter 67


    Hannah must have gotten flustered. Her voice, normally a low murmur, suddenly spiked. Jason, just


    entering the room, caught the tail end of it. His gaze flickered between them,nding on Sophia’s


    stomach. His lips thinned into a hard line, and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.


    Hannah, panicked, ducked her head. Stealing a nce at Sophia on the bed, she let out a resigned


    sigh. If this was what Sophia wanted, Hannah would y along. Even if Sophia gave the green


    light, Hannah wouldn’t dare tell Jason about the pregnancy. Ada was a viper, and who knew when


    she’d strike? “Madam was discussing pregnancy with me after learning Miss Ada would be staying


    at ssa Garden for a


    while. I was just…”


    Hannah’s exnation was cut short. Jason strode to the bed and grabbed Sophia’s chin, his eyes


    icy. Two years on birth control, he thought, disbelief warring with suspicion. ‘Pregnant? No way. Just


    trying to mess with Ada’s baby again. “Don’t even think about it,” he growled. “If anything happens


    to Ada’s child, your father pays the price.”


    Sophia met his gaze with a chilling calmness, a hint of mockery in her voice. “So scared I’ll hurt


    her? Then let me leave. Your little family of three can live happily ever after, can’t you?”


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    “Always the divorce talk!” Jason’s grip tightened, drawing a gasp from Sophia. “Looking and feeling


    better, aren’t you?” He yanked off his tie roughly, leaning in closer, Hannah, at the foot of the bed,


    sensed his intentions and piped up quickly. “Mr. Wilson, Madam is still weak and shouldn’t exert


    herself.”


    re was a third wheel in the room. “Get out.”


    Jason froze, btedly realizing there


    “Mr. Wilson, she really can’t…”


    “Get out! Don’t make me say it again.”


    Hannah met his icy re, fear crawling up her throat. She said nothing further, stealing another


    worried look at Sophia before retreating out


    the door.


    The moment the door shut, Jason resumed his advances. “You wanted to save your father, right?


    Then cooperate, don’t y dead on me.”


    Sophia’s handnded on his shoulder, a sh of disgust in her eyes. “Your first love is already here,


    isn’t she? Go be with her if you’re horny. Why force yourself on me?”


    The flicker of disdain in her eyes ignited his anger. He wrapped his hand around her neck,


    squeezing tightly. Her eyes, once filled with joy and tenderness whenever they looked at him, were


    now as cold and empty as the abyss. Her gaze was a wall of ice, a chilling indifference that scraped


    at his soul. It was as if he’d been surgically removed from her life, leaving behind a stranger in his


    ce.


    “Two choices,” he growled. “Behave and stay by my side, or go back to Lust and entertain.” Sophia


    let out a humorless chuckle, meeting his gaze. “I’ll take the second one.”


    His grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her air. A suffocating terror filled her, tearing at her


    already wounded heart. She didn’t even put up a fight. She just stared at him, her eyes as dark and


    bottomless as the pit of hell. It was as if she was trying to drag him down with her to a ce where


    there was no escape, no hope of ever returning.


    Suddenly, overwhelmed by the intensity of her gaze, Jason released her neck and mmed his


    hand over her eyes. Rather be prostituted than touched by him? It fueled a desperate need to


    possess her. Fabric ripped in the room, the crystal chandelier reflecting two figures locked in a


    struggle. Sophia fought back with all her might, a surge of blood rising in her throat. She swallowed


    it down, the effort triggering her fragile stomach. Nausea hit her like a wake, and she vomited


    violently.