"Darling, don't move." A deep, enchanting voice, laced with a unique magnetic charm, cold and arrogant, it was Third Young Master Jun's voice.
Ye Lu recognized it instantly, her face changing drastically, utterly dumbfounded.
It was Third Young Master Jun.
To capture her, he had come brazenly, leading a group, charging straight in.
She bit her lip, seething with anger. After all this time, she had still been caught by this man.
"Third Young Master Jun, you truly are like an insistent ghost," she growled between clenched teeth.
"I'm not a ghost."
Third Young Master Jun's low, wicked laughter echoed in her ears, cruel and domineering, his fingers gently releasing her neck, but sliding slowly down her throat, past her collarbone, over her chest, and landing on her bulging belly.
"I'm the father of your baby, the man who got you pregnant!"
Ye Lu's heart trembled, and she glared at him fiercely.
