Seeing them, Nova burst into tears. Her capacity for instantly crying deserved an award.
“Mario, I took Clarie to get some dessert just now. But Clara didn’t allow me to touch the kid, and she even slapped me.”
I glared at her, “If you have to act like a bitch, I will give you another slap. Besides, you’d better take care of your fetus, because I don’t mind doing something bad to respond to your bitch behavior.”
Nova frowned, looking at me, “We can talk peacefully. Why do we have to use force?”
She changed her attitude. Then she asked my daughter, “Clarie, do you want anything else to eat?”
Clarie looked up at me and Nova whose eyes filled with tears. Clever as my daughter, she said, “Mom hit her because she irritated mom.”
Mario was surprised, then he nodded at Clarie, “I knew. It’s not your mom’s fault.”
Clarie nodded, handing her dessert to Dennis. She spoke in a soft voice, “Dennis, shall we go home? Mom is unhappy.”
Dennis stared at me. Though he said nothing, he trusted me.
Mario didn’t care about his crying wife. What he was fully concerned about was Clarie. He talked with Clarie until getting out of the restaurant.
we said our farewells and left. Getting in the car, Clarie fell asleep soon.
At the crossing waiting for the green light.
Dennis held my hand, “Still angry?”
I shrugged, “Nope.”
He smiled, “I want to know what kind of words she said made you angry.”
He then stared at my hand, asking me gently, “Does it hurt?”
“It was Nova who was hit. How could I hurt?” I remembered what Nova said, and stared at his crotch unconsciously.
He was confused at my undisguised gaze, “What are you thinking about?”
Realizing my gaze made him uncomfortable, I looked away. Then I asked, “Have you ... removed it?”
It seemed he didn’t get what I meant. The light turned green and he started the car. He only asked in confusion, “What?”
Four years ago, he inserted a contraceptive ring inside his body. I had not been with him for four years, so I didn’t know what happened during this period.
Given what Nova said, he might not remove the ring, which led to that rumor.
“Remove what?” He was baffled.
I blushed, “The contraceptive ring. Didn’t you pull it out?”
He chuckled, leering at me, “If you want a baby, I’d love to pull it out.”
I...
I pressed my lips, meditating. So he didn’t remove it.
“Wearing it for long may cause infertility!” I didn’t know if four years wearing that would have any bad influence.
He smiled, “Don’t worry. I’m ripped. No matter how many kids you want, I can satisfy your need.”
Neglecting his glib words, I said seriously, “Make an appointment with your doctor to take it out tomorrow.”
If we couldn’t accompany each other forever, I didn’t expect him childless for the rest of his life.
He looked at me, chuckling, “Having a baby is not a matter of urgency.”
...
Busy as him, removing the ring had been postponed indefinitely.
But what I didn’t expect was that I would be the first person to be informed of Bernice's death.
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