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ONS: Pregnant With CEO's Baby

Jeanne was only 18 years old when her stepmother and step sister framed her and caused her to lose everything. She was thrown out of the house by her father for trying to resist. 7 years later, Jeanne came back for vengeance with a mysterious son by her side—George. People mocked her for being a single mother and called her son a fatherless child. “Who are you calling a fatherless child? You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad,” George threatened. “Lay low, George! Don’t ruin the fun! I haven’t had enough,” Jeanne said as she wanted to enjoy her revenge, leaving the boy speechless. Jeanne later met the infamous Fourth Master Swan at a charity ball. The man with the handsome looks and cold temperament called her to a corner and said, “I like you.” Everyone was shocked, including Jeanne. “I’m a single mother and I have a child. Are you sure you like me?” she said. “I actually… like your child!” Everyone else was shocked when Fourth Master Swan married Jeanne but only his sly self knew that he had gotten not one, but two, important players to this chess game that he was playing.

En's Cozy Haven · Geral
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1810 Chs

Monica Goes Into Labor

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After Nox's assistant picked him up, Shelly cleaned up at home and boiled some water again.

For some reason, her mind was filled with the image of Nox reaching out to help her with the water just now. Then, she pursed her lips and stopped herself from overthinking it. 

At the thought of the one-year deadline that Mrs. Winter had mentioned, she looked forward to it even more. However, she also wondered if it was because of the one-year deadline that she did not resist Nox so much. After all, it was only one year.

When Nox returned, Shelly was already asleep, so Nox carefully returned to the room and went to bed. The burn on Nox's hand was pretty serious, so the doctor wrapped it up like a ball. Although it was no longer swelling and blistering, he could not touch Shelly. 

Just like that, he stared at the ceiling melancholically, wondering whether he could expect anything in the one-year deadline he gave himself. 

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