Dumped When Pregnant, Chased by Ex-Husband

Isaac Turner looked up and asked Clara Knox, "Did you order takeout?"

Clara Knox stood up and walked to the hallway, "Go open the door and see."

She opened the door, and when she saw the person standing outside, her heart tightened suddenly, and the calmness of the past few days was replaced by agitation.

"What are you here for?"

"Do you have the nerve to ask? Is it appropriate for a married woman to live in a single man's house? Come back with me."

"The term 'married woman' isn't applicable to me anymore, is it? We've agreed to divorce. Let's go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow to finalize the divorce."

To spare him the annoyance.

When she mentioned getting a divorce tomorrow, Edward Harper didn't even respond, directly picking her up and striding toward the door. At the entrance, he instructed Liam Johnson,

"Bring out Madam's suitcase."

As usual, domineering.

"Bastard, put me down..."

Clara Knox kicked her legs in resistance, but Edward Harper ignored her words, directly carrying her downstairs and stuffing her into the car.

As long as the divorce wasn't finalized, he wouldn't allow her to live outside. That was his principle.

"Want a divorce? Let's go tomorrow."

"Alright."

Mentioning divorce calmed Clara Knox down, and she gave a simple reply, adjusting her seat and turning her face to the window, showing him the back of her head.

The car left the neighborhood, and Clara Knox looked at the rapidly retreating street view outside the window, silently feeling sad.

With Edward Harper, she never had a say. Whether it was the divorce or anything else, she had to go along with his arrangements. For instance, today she didn't want to go back with him, yet she was forcibly put into the car. In the past, she wouldn't have resisted; now, resisting was ineffective.

He had always been dominant; this short-lived marital relationship had never been fair.

Anyway, it was about to end, so let this relationship last until tomorrow.

When they returned to the villa, Aunt Lewis had prepared a table full of delicious dishes. Edward Harper went straight to the study as soon as he walked in and didn't come out.

Clara Knox had this meal alone, feeling quite comfortable. Having been the wife of a wealthy family for three years, her stomach had become accustomed to refined and delicate food; the aunt's culinary skills at home suited her better. In the past few days at Isaac's, she hadn't eaten a single satisfactory meal.

She ate with a big appetite as if she had returned from the wilderness.

Or perhaps because of the pregnancy suspicion, she was always easily hungry, and the little one in her stomach was greedy too. It must be a little foodie.

Aunt Lewis brought out a freshly cooked soup, and seeing the empty bowl on the table, was momentarily stunned before revealing a gratified smile. She had been arranged by Mr. Harper to take care of them since the couple got married, and in three years, it was the first time she had seen Mrs. Harper so appreciative of her cooking skills.

For a chef, her greatest compliment was an empty plate. Aunt Lewis asked with a smile,

"Would Madame like another bowl of rice?"

Clara Knox waved her hand with slight embarrassment, "Auntie, I'm full."

Aunt Lewis went back to the kitchen and brought an empty bowl, "Since you're full, have a bowl of seafood soup. This seafood was freshly caught and airlifted over, fresh as can be. Mr. Harper specifically instructed to make soup for you tonight."

Clara Knox paused; was this a slap followed by a sweet date?

Aunt Lewis had already served a bowl of soup in front of her.

At the bottom of the bowl lay shrimp meat and mussels. Aunt Lewis's knife skills were excellent; the meat was cut to uniform size. The soup was enriched with tomatoes and cheese, looking tempting. The rich, smooth seafood cheese soup used to be her favorite, and she almost always asked Aunt Lewis to make it every few days. Edward Harper never liked it; Clara Knox would finish two bowls each time.

Today, the soup hadn't changed, but as Clara Knox smelled the strong seafood scent, a wave of nausea hit her.

Aunt Lewis became anxious, hurriedly checking the soup, finding no issue. Putting her things down, she gently patted Clara's back, looking puzzled. After all, she had experience,

"Madame, are you pregnant?"

Clara Knox's face flushed red, suppressing the nausea as she quickly pushed the seafood soup further away.

"No, my period just ended."

With that simple line, she brushed off the topic, quickly leaving the dining area to avoid raising Aunt Lewis's suspicions.

The door to the second-floor study remained closed. As she went upstairs, she couldn't help but tread lightly, grabbed a nightdress from her room, and went directly to the guest room to wash and sleep.

In the middle of the night, she felt a weight on her waist, startling her awake. She was half-awake, about to push the person away when her head was pressed into a solid chest by a strong force.

The familiar woody fragrance mixed with a faint tobacco scent filled her nostrils, making tears well up at the corner of Clara Knox's eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Edward Harper seemed quite sleepy, his voice lazy and lingering,

"Don't move, just sleep."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip further, dominantly holding her against his heart without considering whether the other was comfortable.

Clara Knox was almost suffocated, struggling slightly in his arms, trying to break free from his restraint.

She specifically took a single-person blanket and hid in the guest room, just to avoid an uninvited impulsive act from him. She needed to protect her stomach and couldn't afford another accident.

Thinking of this made Clara Knox realize her situation was very dangerous now. Did he really intend to do something beastly by holding her so tightly?

It's not impossible.

He always had such... demands; she was well aware of that.

Feeling the warmth not her own through two layers of fabric, Clara Knox inhaled sharply, pondering how to escape from this person tonight before the divorce tomorrow.

It was quite difficult.

She knew his temper; resistance would only provoke his desire to control.

With that, the single-person blanket couldn't manage to cover two people, especially with his tall build; the two had to stick together closely to barely stay covered, and still,

"Director Harper?"

She called out tentatively, Edward Harper didn't respond; he was already in a drowsy state, yet the arm around her waist almost pushed her into his body.

"You got the wrong room; this is the guest room."

She reminded softly, still receiving no response.

"Does this seem fair to Aria Knight?"

Like a sleeping lion's tail being stepped on, Edward Harper suddenly opened his eyes, flipping over and pressing her beneath him, glaring at her. Even in darkness, those deep, long eyes remained inscrutably more mysterious than the night.

Indeed, Aria Knight was his forbidden topic; would touching it lead her to death?

Since divorce was inevitable, at this moment, Clara Knox suddenly wanted to push his limits. She had always been cautious around him, fearing his disdain and irritation.

Now that he was going to abandon her and embrace his true love, what outcome could be worse than this? Being servile before was just to make him fall for her, only to find that love cannot be begged for; if there's no love, nothing could change that.

"What are you doing?"

"What about me?"

Both spoke simultaneously.

Edward Harper suddenly chuckled softly, drawing closer; burying his head in the nook of her neck, he asked in a breathy whisper,

"What do you think I want to do? Or are you hoping for what I would do?"