Pampered By the Billionaire

hen you smile." Alfred uttered. His col

ways feel like I was deeply absorbed in his stare.

gaze, I shifted my ey

ickly answered the phone when I

re you going to pick it up?" Juliet m

her voice, and I could see how

eave as soon as possible. Thus I asked her to help me pack my things. However, even though we're siste

I glimpsed at my wristwatch and saw that it was already eight in the e

the phone without s

Alfred. "I'll just pick

" Alfred volunteer

oing to oppose, but he did

t. It's gett

ce. I was not able to refuse anymore as he w

. I told him to just wait for me in the car as I was afraid of what my parents wou

waiting for my arrival. I saw my luggage as well in the corner. Then, my father stood up fro

la

're such a disgrace to this fam

ked at him fearfully. "

You traded your body for money, didn't you? That's why you're pregnant

idened in

about it from Robert, I didn't expect

yourself. Look at what happened to you!" Juliet

nored her. Then, I glanced at my mom, who was sitting silen

dn't read what

lessly. My heart ached. I paid his debt, but why do I loo

It's very clear that you got pregnant by

explain, but I couldn't find the right words. How could I tell them that I was not really pregnant? I was certa

ess brat!" My dad roared and lifted his hand to slap me again. I automatically covered my face with my hands as I shu

her. His brows deeply creased while the muscles along his jaw clenched. But somehow, hi

xiously as my heart was

ed ordered bitterly wit

asp. "How dare you?! Is this the man who got you pregnant?"

I replied

ed at Alfred from head t

re you going to fee

aced as I held my forehead. He was wearing a

would happen, I asked him

uliet laughing

egnant or because you are afraid that she would no longer support you

dn't believe that Alfred would be able

teeth. "What rubb

and turned to me instea

our th

by his collar. "Don't be rude! I'm still talking to you

o you

en, I tugged at Alfred's sleeve

age. "Dad, let him go, or I will no lo

y, my dad r

anged from being hostile to serene. Alfred was right. My dad was only mad because I

rtant to them was MONEY. Not me. Nonetheless, the

place and went b

he bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I could still see

efended me to my father. I realized that he was not a pervert a

elt relieved that we're not going to sleep in the same room but a little disappointed. Where could you