Chapter 80
Angeline tossed a long down jacket over her pajamas. She changed her shoes and headed downstairs.
Ned strode toward her when he saw her exiting the dormitory building. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to a secluded corner.
“Are you pregnant?” he asked impatiently.
“Did Gregory tell you?”
Ned didn’t answer
but his expression turned sour as he retorted, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Angeline looked up at him and snapped, “Why should I?”
“You can’t keep the child. Abort it!”
Hearing how he ordered her around as usual, she looked at him as though he were an idiot.
“What does that have to do with you, Ned? What’s your problem? I left Oceanford, yet you came all the way to Cloudsville College to look for me. Do you really have no dignity at all? Or do you expect me to cling to you whenever you appear even though we’re divorced?”
“Angeline!”
“Ned, do you need a sucker that badly? Will you only be satisfied if someone is fawning over you?”
“Angeline!”
Ned’s grip on her arm tightened as he pulled her closer. Nevertheless, he calmed down when he saw the infuriated expression on Angeline’s face.
He said through gritted teeth, “I’ve already proposed to Ingrid–I can’t let this child be born. She has strong moral values, and she’s been eager to leave me ever since you woke up. If she knows we have a child… she will refuse to marry me even though you and I are already
divorced.”
So, Ned was anxious because he thought Angeline’s baby was his.
Angeline wrenched her hand away from him and snapped, “Who told you the child is yours?”
He pressed his lips together, his gaze turning cold.
“Don’t tell me you actually want to keep the child.”
“The child isn’t yours,” she stated.
“Then whose is it?”
Ned obviously didn’t believe her.
Still, she couldn’t tell him whose child it was. Angeline tightened her lips and remained silent. She couldn’t just come up with anyone, could she?
What would she think if she discovered you came to Cloudsville for my sake?
The chilly night breeze swept past them. Withering leaves rustled and fell to the ground.
The cold began to seep through her thin pajama bottoms, but it helped to clear her mind.
Angeline closed her eyes, gradually regaining her composure.
“Rest assured, the child isn’t yours,” she said, trying to keep her emotions in check.
“You aren’t behaving sensibly as my ex. You shouldn’t have reached out to me at all, especially now that you already have a fiancée. Ingrid’s already insecure to begin with. What would she think if she discovered you came to Cloudsville for my sake?”
we…”
“Besides that night between us, did we
Ned’s voice trailed off. He swallowed hard.
“Nothing happened between us that night. I’ve said that countless times,” Angeline snarled, clenching her fists.
“Except the night you were drugged and the day you drugged me. Have you forgotten?
“Impossible!” he retorted without skipping a beat.
He sneered, adding, “Sean was there that day. He wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. Your child can’t possibly be his, can it?”
Angeline stared at him in silence.
Ned huffed and spoke in a softer tone, “Miles told me that Mallory’s drug was initially meant for Zachary, but there was an unexpected turn of events. I apologize for our previous misunderstanding, but the issue regarding your child is a big deal. If you’re willing to abort it, I can compensate you.”
“Firstly, I must clarify again that the baby isn’t yours. Secondly, I won’t let compromised by keeping this baby.”
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She seemed completely unfazed and continued, “Finally, I want you never to show your face in front of me again.”
