Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 279

"The doctor said it has been a month," said Clara affectionately, looking down and stroking her belly.

The baby had been in her body for a month. Why hadn't she noticed it before?

"A month?" Horace did a mental math with a harsher look on his face. A month had been how long since the kidnapping. Then he may not be the baby's father.

"Yes." Clara nodded, oblivious to the changes of his look. "Based on the math, I should have had it the night before I was kidnapped."

Then it occurred to Clara that they did have sex the night before the abduction, but what were the odds of that?

They had always wanted a baby, but Clara had never got pregnant until after that night. Coincidence?

Horace didn't believe in that kind of coincidence. So the baby wasn't his, and it had been conceived during that violation.

As he thought of it, the picture of the four men ripping off Clara's clothes floated up in his head again, driving him crazy.

Clenching his firsts tightly, Horace was furiously vowing inside, "One of these days, you'll be paying for this, Sean Kirkland!"

Sensing his anger, Clara was at a loss. Why hadn't she seen any tinge of delight in his face since she had told him about her pregnancy?

"Horace, what's the matter with you?" Clara questioned him a little angrily, "Hasn't you always wanted a baby? Why are you not happy at all?"

"No, Clara, I..." Horace didn't know how to explain to Clara. When he thought of her being pregnant with a baby of someone else, he wished he could have found that quartet and slaughtered them right there.

And it was so painful for him as if his heart had been stung by needles seeing how excited she looked as she told him the news.

Horace didn't want to face her, because the way she smiled when she mentioned the baby was like a sharp blade, lacerating his soul.

But he knew it better than anyone else that it wasn't her fault, because she was the biggest victim of the incident. If anyone was to blame, it should be himself. It was his failure to protect Clara that had led to the situation.

After pondering for a while, Horace turned to her with a stern face, and said in a extremely tender voice, "Clara, what do you say-- about an abortion." There was no way that he would let her give birth to a baby of another man.

Horace would never be able to face it if the baby came to the world, let alone treat it as his own child. What's worse, he would even hate the child.

"What are you talking about?!" Clara sprang up from the sofa, looking at Horace in shock. "How could you have said? This is our child!"

"Clara, listen to me," Horace got up, with his arms around her shoulders, and said earnestly, "We can't have this baby."

"Why not?" Clara asked emotionally, looking into Horace's eyes, unable to accept what he had said.

"Clara, calm down first," Horace tried to comfort her, "The baby comes at a very bad time. You can't have it. If you want a baby that much, we'll have another one after some time, OK?"