My Dangerous Billionaire Husband
chapter-940

He asked her if she slept alone or with someone.

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at the soft bed and quickly understood what he meant. was he molesting her?

No man in her life dared to be as impudent as he was. Her eyes widened immediately, and she glared at him coldly.

Zhou Yao laid on his side, ignoring the woman’s anger. He raised his straight eyebrows and curled the corners of his mouth, looking ill-will and naughty. “Why are you putting on a facade? Do you still consider yourself an innocent virgin? Where did the child come from if you didn’t sleep with a man?

Very good. His words really crossed her line. How dared he babbles about her child.

“B*stard, take this!” She attacked in his direction.

Zhou Yao had been waiting for this moment. He watched calmly as she began her attack. Just as her small hand was about to hit his chest, he dodged to the side like lightning.

Seeing that she had missed, Leng Zhiyuan immediately went for his throat with her hand.

“Throwing yourself into my arms, huh?” He whispered in her ear and giggled.

As he spoke, his cool and strong masculine scent invaded her space. He had just come ashore from the sea. The room temperature was warm, so his clothes had been steamed dry. But the smell of seawater remained on his clothes. She had been cautious about what fragrances ever since she’d been pregnant, so she was surprised to find that she did not hate his scent. The smell of seawater feels very nice and clean, mixed with the refreshing scent from the man.

Leng Zhiyuan felt her face heating up. She struggled fiercely, “Let go of me!”

“Let go? You ask me to let go now, why didn’t you tell me so in the past?” He narrowed his eyes and buried his face in her pink neck.

Leng Zhiyuan’s pupils dilated. So what he’s saying was that… he’s the father of the child in her?

She’d forgotten that the High Priest had taken away her memories. But one question had been bothering her. She didn’t know who the father of the child is.

She had never slept with Ye Ziyi, so this child was not Ye Ziyi’s… Sometimes, she even suspected if she had been raped or had some one-night stand.

But they were not important. The child was hers for sure, and that was enough.

“Okay, I’ll drop it.” Zhou Yao rolled his Adam’s apple. He buried his nose into her hair and took a deep breath. “Smells so good!”

His action of sniffing her hair made Leng Zhiyuan freeze. It felt like someone had hammered her heart. For some reason, his action felt familiar to her.

It was as if someone had done the same thing to her in the past.

Zhou Yao hugged her tightly and muttered to himself, “During the time you were gone, I kept thinking about how you were doing. I knew that Ye Ziyi likes you when he didn’t kill you during the trip to Tibet. And you’re probably felt grateful towards him, which was why you hid Ye Ziyi’s true identity from me. I was thinking… all is well. You won’t suffer… probably. I was still thinking that you shouldn’t have to insist on anything. As long as you keep yourself alive and live comfortably, it doesn’t matter if you and Ye Ziyi are really together. I don’t care about these things… I’ll just take you home after I find you…”

Leng Zhiyuan felt her eyes warming up. She knew that there were tears in her eyes. Oftentimes, when she sat on the bed alone and felt her stomach with her hand, zoned out, her eyes would turn hot.

Although she did not know why she wanted to cry.

“He didn’t…” she said.

Ye Ziyi did not touch her.

“Mmm,” Zhou Yao nodded. He loosened his arm and gently placed her on the big bed. At this time, her stomach felt warmth. It was from his warm palm.

“Don’t touch my stomach!” She immediately pushed his hand away, alert.

Seeing the docile woman suddenly became so alert, Zhou Yao’s heart stung. He lowered his eyes, into her eyes, and comforted gently, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you or the child. I told you, I’m your man, I’m this child’s… father. I swear on the badge on my shoulder to you.”

Soldiers regarded the badges on their shoulders as their very lives because they represent a kind of faith. His frank, bright, and compassionate black eyes drew Leng Zhiyuan’s attention, and she slowly let go of his hand.

Zhou Yao’s slowly stroked her stomach with his big and thick palm. He asked in a gentle voice, “Has it been hard for you?”

Leng Zhiyuan didn’t know what he meant by “Hard.” Was it referring to guarding Ye Ziyi or to carrying the child for ten months?

She said nothing.

Zhou Yao slowly bent down and pressed his ear against her stomach. He gently kissed her big belly and said, “Daddy and Mommy had been separated for eight months and 16 days. Counting the days, you have only grown this much. When Mommy had you, daddy was not around. Daddy is late. Thank you for being with Mommy all this time so that mommy would not be lonely.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yao’s palm moved. It turned out that the baby in her stomach had kicked him.

Zhou Yao’s eyes lit up. This was the first time he truly felt the reality of life. He truly understood that he had a baby, that he was going to be a father.

“Baby, are you mad that Daddy is late? Sorry, it’s been hard on you, and even harder on your Mommy. Daddy held Mommy just now, and Mommy only gained eleven pounds.”