She looked down at Eileen with disdain. “Don’t you understand? He loves Chelsea, who is carrying his child, not you.
“Eileen, you’re not worthy of being Mrs. Woodward!”
Chapter 17 I Want to Hide You Away
Eileen’s fingers clenched tighter. She finally snapped at Mayra’s words.
She hurled the cup to the ground. It shattered into pieces, with water splashing everywhere.
Eileen’s eyes were cold and indifferent. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried authority. “Are you done?”
Mayra was intimidated. She remembered how Eileen had overturned the Christmas Eve dinner table in front of the whole family two years ago. What else couldn’t Eileen do?
Eileen had practiced martial arts for a few years. The murderous intent in her eyes toward Mayra was unmistakable.
“Crazy woman. I don’t know why Fremont is so unlucky to end up with you.” Mayra cursed, walking toward the door. “I advise you to sign the agreement early. Fremont is now the CEO of a listed company. Look at yourself…”
Eileen fiercely picked up the glass fragments and threw them at Mayra. Mayra stopped cursing and quickly fled out the door.
The glass hit the door and shattered again, scattering everywhere.
Eileen slowly slid down the sofa. She reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes but smeared a streak of blood on her face instead.
She stared blankly at her bleeding palm.
A few years ago, when Eileen was at the peak of her career, Mayra had been very nice to her.
Mayra said that Fremont was so lucky to find such a good girlfriend.
After they got married, she even held Eileen’s hand and said that if they couldn’t have children, they could just adopt one. Having Eileen as a daughter–in–law was enough for her.
At that time, Eileen had invested all her earnings into Fremont’s company.
Every time she visited Mayra’s place, Mayra was nice to her.
The change started when Fremont’s company thrived. Mayra began to dislike Eileen for having no income and being unable to have children.
Later, she openly mocked Eileen in front of everyone, calling her useless. Her relatives, who were used to sucking up to the rich and putting down the poor, all joined in to please Mayra. They ridiculed Eileen to show off Mayra’s authority.
Eileen overturned the table and left without looking back.
Her relationship with Mayra fell completely apart.
Fremont never blamed her. If she didn’t want to see his relatives, he wouldn’t force her.
Luckily, he had set up cameras. Today, after seeing the whole thing. he rushed home.
Before, he knew Mayra was unkind to Eileen, but he hadn’t been there to hear it. Even that night when Eileen overturned the table, she hadn’t explained a single word.
Now he knew that those words were like blades, stabbing into her heart one after another.
The door opened again. Eileen thought it was Helga.
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A tall figure walked step by step in front of her. She lowered her eyes and saw a pair of exquisite handmade men’s leather shoes.
Eileen sat on the ground, with her hands around her knees and her hair a
bit messy
Her face was pale, marked by a blood smear.
The cut on her hand was still oozing blood.
Fremont knelt on one knee and carefully held her face. His rough fingertips stroked her cheeks.
He looked at her with sympathy and said in a hoarse voice. “Eily…”
Sunlight fell into her eyes. The woman who used to have eyes only for him now had no more emotions.
Eileen raised her hand but touched his expensive, cold wristwatch.
That was right.
He was no longer the aloof top student who wore a thin school uniform in the deep winter.
He was a noble CEO now.
Fremont hastily took off his wristwatch and grabbed Eileen’s hands with both hands. “Eily, I’m here.”
Eileen’s gaze swept over his handsome features, his straight nose, and his thin lips.
She broke free from his wrist and gently traced his lip line with her fingertips.
It was said that people with thin lips were naturally heartless.
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She kissed these lips countless times, leaving her mark on him bit by bit. She really thought that he would be hers for a lifetime.
“Monty,” she called him softly.
Obviously, it was the name he had longed to hear day and night, but at that moment, Fremont was only uncasy. “Honey…”
“Let me go, okay?” Eileen pleaded.
Fremont knelt on the ground and suddenly pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
Eileen didn’t struggle or push him away.
She just curled up like a doll without a soul.
Tears fell on his neck. It was so warm that they seemed to burn his skin.
Eileen choked up and said, “I’m so tired of this life. The problem between you and me isn’t about that child. From the day you tricked me into leaving showbiz a few years ago, it was all wrong. I shouldn’t have given up my career, and you shouldn’t have schemed against me.”
Fremont’s eyes were full of panic. “No, honey, it’s not a scheme. I just love you too much. I don’t like the actors you work with. I can’t stand you being chased by thousands of people. Even women call you honey and take your side.”
He tightened his arms around her. “I just want to hide you away and make you only belong to me.
Eileen raised her head and looked into his sick–and–twisted eyes.
“Monty, do you remember that bird you caught for me on the mountain? It had beautiful feathers. We locked it in a cage. It neither ate nor drank, and finally plucked its own tail feathers. We watched it starve to death in
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the cage. Do you want me to end up like that bird?”
“No, I love you so much, Eily. Don’t leave me, okay? I just want a child. with my blood to inherit my career. I don’t love Chelsea, and I definitely won’t love that child. You’re the only one in my heart.”
There was only a frenzy left in his eyes. She knew that, of course
But such a Fremont only scared her.
His passionate love not only made him unrecognizable but also hurt Eileen.
Eileen wiped away her tears and her eyes grew resolute. “But I don’t want to be that bird or pluck my own tail feathers. I just want to see the sky outside.”
Eileen slowly stood up. Standing in the starlight, she was wearing a white silk nightgown, looking as beautiful and holy as an angel.
Fremont knelt on one knee, looking at her with obsession.
“Honey, at least let me treat your wound. Doesn’t it hurt?”
Over the past few years, he had spoiled her so much that if she just nicked her finger, she would act coquettishly in his arms for hours.
Eileen slipped off the strap of her left shoulder. There was a beautiful rose tattoo on her lower back, extremely alluring on her fair skin.
“Have you forgotten? I got accidentally injured while filming that time. I had sixteen stitches here. I was almost paralyzed.”
She turned back and smiled, her beauty unparalleled. “Do you think I would feel pain from such a little scratch? Fremont, I can be the delicate woman in your arms, but I can also go back to being a plucky heroine.
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“I’ll pick up the broken feathers bit by bit. I am not a bird you can cage.”
