Chapter 211 It's Twins! I'm Pregnant with Two
Emma was startled by his sudden movement. Her hands instinctively grabbed Nicholas's large hands, but his full weight pressed down on her.
"You're crushing my stomach—get off me!"
"Nicholas!"
Nicholas stopped tearing at her clothes. He lowered his head and bit down hard on her lips.
He wanted to punish her.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through Emma as she felt her lip split, and the metallic taste of blood spread between their mouths.
Her brow furrowed tightly as she realized something was completely wrong with his current state.
"Nicholas, have you lost your mind?"
"Why are you biting me? That hurts!"
He said nothing. His entire being was like a block of ice frozen for a thousand years as he leaned down to kiss her.
The kiss was full of possession and rage, forceful, as if he wanted to devour her completely.
Emma pushed him away with all her strength.
"Nicholas, you're drunk. Stop this."
"You'll hurt the baby!"
The baby. Those were the words he least wanted to hear.
Coming from her mouth, they set his heart ablaze with fury.
Nicholas suddenly swept her up in his arms, strode toward the bedroom and threw her onto the soft bed.
Then he climbed over her, once again reaching to remove her clothes.
He didn't want this baby.
Better to get rid of it now!
He lowered his head, his cold lips falling on her slender neck.
Emma sensed his abnormal behavior.
His tall frame was rigid with tension, but his eyes looking at her were empty and unfamiliar.
He was trying to... Her heart clenched as she raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap across his face.
The crisp sound echoed through the bedroom.
His handsome face snapped to the side, and five finger marks quickly appearing on his pale skin.
"Nicholas, what are you doing? Get away from me!"
Her voice trembled.
Nicholas seemed to come back to his senses after the slap.
He remained silent for a full ten seconds before slowly turning his head back, his gaze refocusing on her face.
Then he spoke words that could tear her apart completely.
"Emma, can we not have this baby?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he added with difficulty.
"I want us to have a couple of years to ourselves first. We're both still young—we can have children in a few years."
Emma's head exploded with a buzzing sound.
What did he just say?
He didn't want this baby? Was he insane?
She struggled to prop herself up, her tone cold enough to freeze.
"Nicholas, what did you just say?"
She needed to hear it again, to confirm she wasn't hallucinating.
Nicholas got up from the bed.
He walked barefoot on the cold floor, casually grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand and pulling one out.
The lighter's blue flame flickered as he lit the cigarette.
He took a deep, careless drag and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, completely disregarding the fact that she was pregnant.
Through the swirling smoke, his handsome face appeared blurred and heartless.
Then he spoke slowly, each word like a poisoned blade.
"I don't want this baby."
Emma climbed off the bed, her movements somewhat unsteady.
She stared at him intently, her eyes frighteningly cold.
"Nicholas, do you know what you're saying?"
He didn't answer and didn't even bother to give her a defensive look.
What he had just said was clear enough.
"Nicholas, give me a reason."
Her voice wasn't loud, but each word carried deep pain.
"That's your child. Why don't you want it?"
"He's already eight weeks old. In your eyes, is he still just an embryo you can discard at will?"
She regretted it.
She truly regretted it.
She shouldn't have told him.
She had thought he would be overjoyed, that he would be so moved he would spin her around in his arms. She never expected this devastating reaction.
Nicholas watched her pale face red-rimmed eyes. She looked like she was about to shatter.
His handsome brow furrowed slightly. He wanted to step forward and comfort her, but his feet seemed nailed to the spot.
After a few seconds of thought, he stubbed out the cigarette and came up with an even more pathetic excuse.
"The wedding is scheduled for after New Year's. I'm afraid being pregnant will be exhausting, and you wouldn't look good in a wedding dress."
What kind of ridiculous reason was that? Were those even human words?
Emma instantly lost control and shouted at him.
"Then let's not have the wedding! I only want my baby!"
With that, she used all her strength to push past him and ran outside.
The tall man stood there watching her resolute retreating figure but didn't chase after her.
The door was yanked open.
Charlie was standing outside with a bowl of hangover soup when he saw her rush out, momentarily stunned.
"Mr. Harrison..."
She ignored him.
Tears fell like broken pearls, blurring her vision as she lowered her head and ran past him.
Inside the room, Nicholas took another deep drag and exhaled a large cloud of smoke, his chest rising and falling violently.
The smoke made his eyes water and turn red.
Suddenly, as if all his strength had been drained or he had been injected with manic fury, he raised his foot and kicked the nearby chair viciously.
The solid wood chair toppled over with a tremendous crash.
He dropped his cigarette and rushed out like a madman.
The hallway was empty—she had long since vanished without a trace.
When Emma burst out of the hotel, Louis was leaning against his car, smoking. Seeing her emerge alone, his heart jolted.
He had actually asked someone to track her whereabouts, hoping to catch her and speak with her.
"Olivia." He grabbed her arm.
When he saw her swollen, red-rimmed eyes, fury instantly ignited within him.
"Why are you crying? Did Nicholas hurt you?"
Emma pulled free from his grip and composed herself slightly.
"I'm fine."
Louis looked at her tearful, crystal-clear eyes and felt truly heartbroken. The person he wanted to treasure was suffering at another man's hands.
After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Olivia, marriage shouldn't be about enduring mistreatment. If you're not happy—"
"Mr. Windsor, everyone has their own life to live. I hope you can move forward too," Emma said quickly, interrupting him.
"Nicholas and I will never divorce. I love him. I have to go now. Goodbye."
She made her words crystal clear, unwilling to let Louis sink any deeper. She didn't want to face a second "Matthew."
Louis's heart clenched with obvious pain.
Finally, he took a deep breath. "I respect your choice. I met you too late. Don't worry, I won't trouble you anymore."
He added, "Can we still be friends?"
Emma looked at his sincere expression and nodded.
He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the car door. "Let me drive you home. Empire City has many interesting places. I could also show you around..."
"Mr. Windsor, I'll just catch a cab. Thank you."
Emma gave him a polite smile and waved at an approaching taxi.
"Goodbye."
She turned and slid into the car. As it pulled away, only a dejected Louis remained behind.
Nicholas stood behind the hotel's glass doors at that moment, his clenched fists slowly loosening...
Meanwhile.
Evelyn had a black cloth covering her eyes and duct tape sealing her mouth.
Her hands and feet were bound behind her as she was thrown into a shabby van.
The vehicle weaved frantically through narrow alleys, its tires screeching against the pavement.
Then, with a violent swerve, the van shot onto the main road, instantly merging into the endless stream of traffic.
Evelyn was terrified out of her wits.
She twisted desperately in her seat, muffled cries escaping her throat.
Who was it this time? Who wanted to kidnap her?
Was it that crazy Zoe? Was this some twisted revenge?
But wasn't Zoe supposed to be in prison?
Evelyn didn't dare think any further. She kept praying silently in her heart, desperately hoping Luke would appear soon to save her.
If he did, she would give him a chance to be the baby's stepfather.
The van drove recklessly. The driver's skills were terrible, constantly slamming on the brakes and changing between lanes.
She was like a bouncing ball inside a metal box, slamming left and right with the vehicle's movements.
Her forehead hit the van wall, then her back crashed heavily into the other side.
The excruciating pain made her feel like all her bones were falling apart.
Finally, after the violent jolting, the van suddenly stopped.
The small van had been cornered by a sleek motorcycle and two luxury cars, with seven or eight people jumping out to surround it.
Evelyn continued struggling, not daring to stop for a moment.
Her heart was filled with terror.
She was afraid these killers would move her to an even more remote location or simply find a river and quietly dump her in.
That would be the end.
She couldn't die.
She hadn't seen her baby born yet, and she hadn't brought him back to Luminous City to meet Hawk.
The next second, the black cloth over her eyes was gently pulled away by a pair of large hands.
The harsh light made her squint instantly.
A tall, imposing man stood before her against the light, his silhouette sharp and distinct, like a deity.
Then he bent down, carefully tearing the tape from her mouth and untying the ropes binding her tightly.
Evelyn recognized him, and all her suppressed fear and grievance burst out as she cried loudly.
"Luke, you bastard! Why did you take so long to get here? I thought you couldn't find me!"
Luke tenderly lifted her from the cold van and held her tightly in his arms.
"Never." His voice was deep and steady. "You're easier to find than an ant."
He looked down at the red, swollen bruise on her forehead, his eyes instantly turning cold with heartache.
He turned his head, his voice filled with towering fury.
"Take them away for intensive interrogation," he ordered.
Evelyn was still crying from lingering fear, her small face full of grievance.
"It's your fault for not protecting me properly. I almost got killed—it would have been two lives lost, waaah."
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have left for so long," Luke said gently, coaxing her with concern. "I'll get revenge for you, okay? Stop crying."
He carried her with long strides to a black luxury car and headed straight for the hospital.
At the hospital, after Evelyn's external injuries were treated, she was taken to the ultrasound room.
She lay anxiously on the examination table as the cold probe glided gently across her belly while the doctor focused intently on the screen.
She was so nervous her palms were sweating and she didn't dare move.
The doctor examined her carefully, adjusted his glasses, and spoke.
"Don't worry. Both little ones are very healthy and developing well."
Evelyn's mind froze for a second.
She suddenly widened her eyes, unable to believe what she had heard.
"Two?"
"Yes," The doctor confirmed with a smile.
"Identical twins from egg splitting. When they're born, they'll look and act exactly the same."
Evelyn finally snapped back to reality.
Massive joy hit her like a thunderbolt, making her dizzy. The next moment, she shouted toward the door.
"Luke!"
"Luke!"
Luke, waiting outside, thought something terrible had happened and rushed in immediately.
"What's wrong?"
Evelyn excitedly pointed at the black-and-white screen, her voice full of barely contained excitement.
"Look! Twins! I'm having two!"
She turned her head, her bright eyes looking at him as she declared generously, "When they're born, I'll give you one!"
Luke gripped her cold little hand in surprise and joy, his gaze locked firmly on the two tiny dark spots on the screen, the heat in his eyes almost melting.
Seeing how loving this couple was, the doctor thoughtfully turned on the audio.
Strong, powerful heartbeats echoed clearly through the quiet examination room.
Evelyn listened to that miraculous sound, her eyes growing misty.
She turned and discovered that Luke's eyes were red as well...
That afternoon, when Emma returned to the White family estate, Luna had already arranged everything.
Nutritionists and childcare specialists were waiting.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of special soup, and Luna had prepared two portions this time.
Although Evelyn wasn't particularly likeable, she was Olivia's sister after all, and now she was pregnant too. Luna couldn't simply ignore that.
Emma had no energy and went to her room for a nap after drinking the soup.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
Finally sitting up, her mind was filled with Nicholas's words.
He didn't want this baby.
How could he not want it?
How could he possibly not want it!
Wasn't he the one who had been pestering her to have children before? Now he could just say he didn't want it?
Such a bastard.
Emma placed her hand on her still-flat belly, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly.
She whispered softly, "Don't worry, Mommy will never give up on you."
At dinner, the dining room was lively.
Evelyn and Luke had returned.
She burst through the door, announcing excitedly, "I'm having twins!"
Instantly, everyone erupted in celebration.
The smile on Luna's face deepened considerably.
Nina even ran over to gently touch Evelyn's belly, then pressed her ear against it, trying to hear what was happening inside, her little face flushed with excitement.
At the dinner table, only one person was missing.
Nicholas hadn't returned, not even a phone call.
After dinner, Emma and Evelyn strolled through the garden to aid digestion.
The evening breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, but it couldn't dispel the weight pressing on Emma's heart.
When she heard about Evelyn's ordeal at the mall today, her heart clenched with fear.
"That was too dangerous. We're going back to Emerald City tomorrow."
She made the decision immediately. Staying here, who knew what other trouble might arise?
Evelyn noticed something was wrong with her mood and carefully probed.
"Did you fight with Nicholas?"
Emma stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her, her eyes brimming with grievance and hurt.
"He said he doesn't want this baby."
"What?"
Evelyn's eyes instantly widened.
"Has he lost his mind? Not wanting his own child? What kind of bizarre behavior is that?"
She was so angry she spoke without thinking.
"Look at Luke; he's shameless about pursuing someone for the sake of a baby!"
Standing under the nearby corridor, Luke had been about to approach when he heard this and stopped in his tracks.
He touched his nose with a helpless smile.
Evelyn was still fuming indignantly.
"Don't be sad. You have a brother now—what's to be afraid of? Get Luke to break his legs!"
She got more animated as she spoke, gesturing.
"Break his third leg! Let's see how arrogant he can be after that!"
Emma finally laughed, the knot of frustration in her heart loosening a little.
Evelyn took the opportunity to put an arm around her shoulders and sighed thoughtfully.
"Life is really strange. Back in the day, my mom wanted to groom you to be my sister-in-law. Now it looks like I have a better chance of becoming yours."
Emma paused and turned to look at her seriously.
"Evelyn, have you fallen for Luke?"
"Mr. Luke White," the butler emerged from the house, saying respectfully, "Mr. Oliver White requests your presence in the study."
Luke acknowledged and turned back, but the two women had already walked away, arm in arm.
In the darkness, only their intimate silhouettes were visible.
What was her answer?
Deep into the night.
Emma lay in bed, unable to sleep, feeling thirsty.
She decided to go downstairs for a glass of water. Opening her door, she saw the figure standing there.
Nicholas was standing right outside her door...