Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 

Angeline’s heart raced. 

“No! We can’t get married! The others view us as relatives. What would our marriage certificate mean? And what about the child? Do you want the child to grow up under constant scrutiny?” 

Angeline’s emotions escalated before Sean could answer. 

“Or do you want to announce to everyone that we’re unrelated? Then… What if information about my mom gets out? How would the Lawsons handle that? How would my mom handle it? No! I can’t agree to this!” 

Besides, Sean was the Lawsons‘ future heir. Robert would undoubtedly find a suitable wife for him. She thought it impossible for her to have a relationship with Sean and the Lawsons. 

“And… and…” 

Angeline lifted her head, her eyes red from crying. She met Sean’s gaze. 

“My mom and dad… Those images keep replaying in my head. I’m scared! I never grew up in a normal family, nor did I ever receive parental love. I don’t want my child to suffer the same hardships I did.” 

ten 

Angeline spoke her true feelings. There was a time when she did not even think about having children. 

It was Ned who had helped her imagine a happy marriage together. 

Ned promised her that he would protect them both if they had a daughter as beautiful as she was. If they had a son as bright as she was, both father and son would protect her instead. 

But Ned forgot everything and refused to remember their past. 

Angeline returned to the way she used to be. When she left Oceanford, she planned to live 

the rest of her life alone. 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let my child be born into a family without any emotional support and face constant criticism.” 

Sean’s eyes fell on Angeline’s face. He suddenly stepped closer. Angeline’s heart raced as Sean approached. 

“Even Mr. Powell could see that my concern for you goes deeper than mere kinship. I was 

1/2 

fully aware when I did it with you that night at the Regalia Hotel, even though you were drugged. Don’t you understand my feelings for you?” 

Angeline couldn’t remember how many times Sean had taken her that night under the influence of drugs. 

All she remembered was the heat of Sean’s lips and the comforting warmth of his voice whispering her nanfe in her ear, leaving her powerless and numb all over. 

“Stop it!” 

Angeline’s voice trembled uncontrollably as she turned to grab the doorknob in an attempt 

to escape.