Bride of Mr.Billion (Bella and Herbert) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Bella‘s POV; I chuckled and stroked my belly. “To be exact, It‘s because of this child.” “Really? Congratulations, you‘re going to be a mother.” Hank glanced at my belly, and then looked elsewhere. His tone was a little unnatural. I changed the subject. “I‘m here because I have something important that I need your help with.” Before asking him for help, I told Hank about the pregnancy in order to show him respect.

I didn‘t want to use his feelings for me to seek his help.

I told him my current situation. I was pregnant and married. It was impossible for me to develop any other relationship with Hank.

As for whether or not he wanted to help me, he could make his own choice. Hank was very generous. He said, “What do you need me to do? As long as I can help, I will try my best.”

“It‘s my sister. She used to major in literature and history. She wanted to transfer to the accounting major, and she‘s also studying in your university. It‘s said that it‘s not easy to transfer to another major now. So I want you to help me and see if you can find a way out.” I said. Hank nodded immediately and said, “Because this major is popular, it‘s difficult to deal with it. But I‘ll try my best. Why don‘t you give me your sister‘s information as soon as possible? I‘ll go and find our dean. I have a good relationship with him. It shouldn‘t be a problem.” “Thank you so much. I was worried about this matter.” Although we were not a couple, I felt that Hank was really a good friend. He was very enthusiastic about Betty and was very likely to become Betty‘s teacher in the future. Two days later, in the middle of the night, I laid in bed and couldn‘t fall asleep. I turned on the wall lamp, sat on the bed, and opened the calendar application in my mobile phone. Herbert had been in the United States for a week. Didn‘t he say that he would come back in a week? Why was there no news at all? We haven‘t contacted each other for several days since we sent a few messages to each other in the study last time. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the door. The footsteps were heavy. It was definitely not Miranda Could it be Herbert? I instinctively rejected this idea because I didn‘t receive any news that Herbert would come back. So it shouldn‘t be him. And his ex–girlfriend was back. It was so late. I think he went to see her.” Who could it be? My heart suddenly tensed up. Could it be a thief?

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The next moment, I heard someone unlock the door with a key.

The thief wanted to pry the lock? I picked up the fruit knife in the room. If it was really a thief, what should I do? The next moment, the door was opened! A man in a white shirt came in. I saw his face clearly and immediately relaxed. It was Herbert! Herbert reached out to turn on the light, and then walked to me. “Aren‘t you not afraid of anything?” The mockery in his smile made me roll my eyes at him. I put the fruit knife back on the bedside table and said, “I‘m just afraid of thieves.” “A thief doesn‘t have a key.” Herbert raised the key in his hand. “Why... why did you suddenly come back?” I stared at him in confusion. His hair was a little messy, and his shirt was a little wrinkled. He looked tired, and even his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing him like this, I felt a burst of sadness in my heart, because I knew that he was so tired and rushing around for the sake of the person in his heart, not for me. Herbert reached out to pinch my chin and said, “I thought you would be very happy to see me.” “I‘m not unhappy?” When I said this, I lowered my eyes and didn‘t dare to look straight into his eyes. We‘re about to get divorced, and he was about to marry another woman. How could I be happy? “You can‘t fool me. You are obviously unhappy.” Herbert‘s tone was stubborn. Feeling a little impatient, I reached out and pushed his hand away, with a trace of disgust in my eyes. How could I not feel disgusted? He belonged to another woman. Whether it was his heart or his body, why did he have to touch me?

And he left for a week for that woman. Herbert‘s voice grew louder. “I came back by plane for more than ten hours because I was worried

about you. Why are you treating me like this?”

For me?

If I heard such words before this, I would have been very happy, but now, I was not. I just thought it was fake.

I said, “You took a ten plus hour flight back and forth, and was busy for a week. It‘s not because of me, is it?”

“What on earth do you want to say?” Herbert asked. I endured the pain and said, “Let‘s get a divorce!” After a moment of silence, Herbert said, “Is this what you want to tell me?” “Yes.” I nodded. At this moment, my hand was tightly gripping my pajamas under the quilt. I was actually trembling slightly

“Why?” he continued to question me.