Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 

He was worried that Fia would disappear from his world just like Esme. 

When he realized the possibility of that happening, his heart couldn’t stop beating anxiously. He never felt that, even when Esme left without a word. 

In her dreams, Fia was in her gray world again. She was surrounded by the baby’s cries. 

She couldn’t see anything, touch anything. She knelt on the icy water, her body slowly drowning down. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Ahhhh! Mommy…” 

The baby’s cries pierced through her heart. 

She could feel the pain extending to her limbs. She couldn’t fight back. All she could do was let her body drown. First, it was her chest, shoulder, chin, and mouth, and the water entered her mouth and nose. 

The suffocation was killing her. Just when she thought she would die from drowning, a worried voice called out to her, and she opened her eyes. 

“Fia…” 

“Fia, are you having a nightmare?” 

Conrad held her shoulders and looked at her, drenched in sweat. He looked at her curiously and asked, “What were you dreaming about?” 

Fia gasped for air a few times before holding his neck with her arms tightly. She had been biting her lower lip, and it was almost bleeding. 

“Fia?” Conrad patted her back. “What happened? You can tell me anything. I’ll help you.” 

“Conrad…” Her voice trembled. “I dreamt about the baby again.” 

Conrad could feel his heart being hammered as he held Fia tighter. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Fia sobbed. “If we get another baby, will that baby return to us?” 

Conrad’s chest was painful and numb. He couldn’t tell such irresponsible lies. 

But Fia was already consumed in her own thoughts. 

“Let’s have another baby again. If the baby doesn’t give up on me, then the baby will find a way back to us! The baby has to!” 

Conrad gulped and suppressed the agitation in his heart and nodded. “Right!” 

The next morning, Conrad helped Fia change into a black mini-dress and a pair of black shoes. Her long hair scattered behind her shoulders, making her look clean and gentle. 

After breakfast, he then drove her to the wedding. 

“Where is his wedding being held?” 

“You’ve been there,” Conrad drove the car and answered patiently. “That farm in the countryside.” 

“Ford Whitley’s farm?” 

“Correct.” 

Fia’s gray eyes lit up. “I want to see Match and Heaven.” 

Match and Heaven are two Clydesdale horses. They were husband and wife, and they were Conrad’s private horses. Fia loved them the moment she saw them. She was the one that gave them their names. 

The two horses were almost the same, and their main color was the color of dates. The face, leg, and abdomen had white fur. The stallion was called Match, while the mare was called Heaven. 

“They’ll be delighted to see you.”