My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 506

"Have you had dinner?"

Chandler changed the subject. He also avoid mentioning that she ran away from home yesterday, and specifically told his family not to mention it again, lest Crystal was thin-skinned and embarrassed.

Crystal was still a little awkward and just nodded.

For her, it was her first time running away from home yesterday. She was nervous all day, constantly reflecting and regretting, afraid that it would bring trouble to others.

However, whether she left the house or came back again, she was the only one who was uneasy. The Stephenson family elders didn't really care.

"Crystal, yesterday..." Chandler began to speak.

Crystal spoke quickly and nervously. "I know. You were too excited when suddenly received a B Ultrasound message. I should have told you earlier." In the end, she habitually apologized to him.

Chandler looked at her like this and felt even more complicated.

"Crystal, we discussed it when we got married. We won't have a child for a few more years," Chandler said eventually. "This baby was an accident. It's out of our plan."

Crystal's pale face turned a little livid. She looked at him in a daze, but she couldn't contradict it.

They had already discussed it when they got married. For the time being, they didn't want to have children. Considering that they were both busy with their jobs, they also considered that when Geoffrey would really accept her as a new mother.

"But, but... It's already there." Her voice was almost a quiver.

Chandler hesitated and glanced at her abdomen and said quickly, "Erica has moved out. If anything happens to her in the future, I promise you that I won't interfere too much. I will always be friends with her."

He felt that Crystal's unease mainly came from Erica, so he made a solemn promise at this moment.

"Crystal, believe it or not, I just want to live with you for the rest of my life." Chandler spoke with sincerity.

Crystal had to admit that she was touched.

She was not as beautiful as Christina, who had a cluster of admirers. When she was in college, she only had a normal relationship. She had never heard any sweet talk and even gotten married to Chandler without in dizzy.

Chandler was popular for women. She married into the Stephenson family which was beyond her reach. She had always remembered that the two elders of the Stephenson family were reasonable, knowledgeable, and her husband was so outstanding. All of this made her cherish it especially.

Crystal lowered her head and said nothing.

Chandler knew that she was extremely susceptible to him, so he said softly, "We will have children in a few years. I will definitely love our baby very much."

Crystal subconsciously caressed her abdomen with her right hand for maternal instinct. She lowered her head and teared up a little.

This time, she did not nod or object.

It seemed that Crystal had agreed.

Chandler knew that he was forcing her, and he seemed to be complicated and agitated. He tried to keep a gentle tone. "I have some work to do tonight. I might be back later. You should go to bed first."

As he spoke, Chandler turned around and left. His footsteps were a little fast as if even he was avoiding the problem.

Crystal watched her husband leave in such a hurry. She had no excuse to leave him with her. She was filled with a sense of disappointment and resentment for her cowardice.

In fact, Chandler was not busy with work tonight but went to the bar to drink alone.

He really didn't know where to go. He felt unutterably depressed in the Stephenson family, the same as when he learned that his brother had suddenly passed away.

"Chandler, you drank by yourself." Amidst the loud music in the bar, a chipper voice came.

Charles was dressed in handsome white sportswear, which was the latest custom-made clothes by famous designers. He sat at the bar next to him, with a sunshine smile on his face.

Chandler ignored him and continued to pick up a large glass of German beer. He frowned and tried to drink it all as if he wanted to drink all his troubles.

Charles looked surprised. "Chandler, it would be suicidal that you're drinking so much after quitting drinking for so long. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Go play with someone else." Chandler waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Of all the friends, Charles was the one who he envied the most because he lived a relaxed life. He had three brothers, was the youngest son in the family. He ran a company without any business burden. Moreover, he was popular, which made him look like a duck to water.

Once he was here, he won't leave. Charles continued to press his elbows against the table of the bar and said, "Crystal always says you have a bad stomach and won't let you drink."

At the mention of Crystal, Chandler looked a little odd. He looked up at the bartender and let him fill another large glass.

Charles's eyes widened as he looked at him.

"Chandler, your brother has been dead for many years."

Patrick came out of the dim light. His voice was low and not loud, but Chandler at the bar counter heard it and got stiff.