Chapter 487 The End

As soon as Marcus' father finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and patted his wife's hand. "Why are you still sitting there? Hurry up and bring the braised pork back to the kitchen, and then prepare something light-favored."

This time, she didn't say anything. She nodded and did what he asked.

Celia bit her lips and felt a little guilty, but the feeling didn't last long.

That night, Celia and Marcus lay flat on the bed. He put his hand gently on her belly and said in disbelief, "Celia, didn't you say that it was still early and you didn't want to have a baby so soon?"

Celia's lips twitched but she said nothing.

Yes, that was exactly her thoughts before. She had thought that the two of them were still young. She had wanted to enjoy her life for a few more years, just the two of them. But now she realized that was not possible. She had gradually figured out that giving birth would be the only way for Marcus' mother to open her heart and truly accept her.

She whispered in her heart, 'Baby, I'm so sorry. I have to use you.'

Without waiting for her answer, Marcus continued, "Celia, you don't know how happy I am. I've been really envious of Jack and Henry whenever they post their babies' photos in their WeChat Moments!"

"Then your dream is about to come true." Celia put her hand on the back of his and held it tightly. They intertwined their fingers.

She could feel that Marcus' hand were

be a bastard even once. Otherwise, how can I deserve two slaps with no reason?"

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Usually, he would've just turned around and left. He would've been eager to cut ties with her. But today, he unexpectedly reached out and grabbed her.

He felt that if the woman left now, he would definitely regret it in the future.

Regret? Regret what? Michael didn't have much time to ponder that sentiment.

At the same time, his father, who was sitting on the stone bench, saw the whole scene unfold. His earlier gloomy face finally cleared. The driver beside him said timely, "It seems that Michael's fate has come. You can now rest easy."

The old man stood up and sighed, "Yes, I'll just have to wait for a grandson. My friends all have grandchildren. I'm so envious of them."

In the cafe, time stood still between Michael and the woman. The atmosphere was inexplicably heavy and serious. After a while, she gave in and said, "Let me go first. I'm going to the bathroom. I can't hold it in anymore."

Michael believed her words and let go of her. However, she instantly ran towards the cafe's exit. Before leaving, she looked back and made a face towards him.

Michael gazed at her figure slowly disappearing in the sea of people and couldn't help but smile. "Woman, do you think you can escape from me?"

Maybe the seed of destiny that belonged to Michael was starting to sprout quietly.