Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 48 | Second Contraction

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Carlotta did not open the door even though Alessandro had been knocking on it for hours. Only when Marco brought a pizza pan full of meat and sausage would Carlotta take a peek through the door.

"Come, Honey. You can starve, but don't starve your baby either." Marco coaxed subtly.

Carlotta opened the door a little wide. On the doorstep, it turns out that the person who brought his pizza pan was Alessandro Ferrara. Marco and Lombardi stood behind the man. Carlotta was about to close the door of her room again, but Alessandro swiftly restrained her with one hand. Then, without asking for approval, the man entered the room, placed a pizza pan on a table, and locked the door.

Carlotta was still glued to where she stood. He's not ready for this. He was not ready to face Alessandro.

"Eat first, Carlotta. You heard Marco's advice." Alessandro says.

There was no other choice, Carlotta moved towards the pizza pan that Alessandro had brought. Alessandro followed the woman, then pulled out a chair to be occupied by Carlotta.

Carlotta sat down, then started eating. Intentionally, he slowed his eating to buy time. However, Alessandro waited for him patiently. When Carlotta finished her meal, Alessandro immediately cleaned the tableware and took it out. A waiter was ready to pick it up in front of the room.

"Now we have to talk." Alessandro looked tired.

"Nothing to talk about." Carlotta says.

Alessandro stood behind Carlotta. "We're not gonna cancel our wedding."

Carlotta shakes. "I don't want to marry you."

"Even for our son?" Ask Alessandro.

Carlotta got up from her seat and turned to face Alessandro. "You're not even sure if this kid is our kid." His words were sharp, while holding his stomach.

Alessandro just stared at the woman in silence. Carlotta felt even more hurt because Alessandro did not feel the need to bother refuting.

"You don't love me." Accuse Carlotta. "You never wanted this kid either."

Alessandro kissed Carlotta violently. "I love you. Everything I do is for you."

Carlotta tried to escape. "You don't love me. You just want to have me for your personal satisfaction."

Alessandro retreated and grinned. "Why indeed? What difference? Wanted you. And you've accepted my proposal. There's no turning back."

Carlotta was getting frustrated. "I can live alone, Alessandro. You don't have to make sacrifices by marrying a woman who's either pregnant with a child like me!"

Alessandro held Carlotta's shoulder slowly. However, he gripped her firmly. "I don't care whose child this baby is. I'd even consider him my own son if it wasn't."

Carlotta jerked back. Alessandro did not believe that the baby in his womb was the boy.

"That night I used security, Carlotta." Alessandro says. "But if you want me to be in charge of this kid, then I will. Don't you know how much I love you to do that?"

Carlotta's mouth gaped so inexhaustibly he thought. "If you love me, you should believe me when I say that this is your son!"

Alessandro shook his head stubbornly. "You mean, if I love you, I have to believe all your words? Well then, shouldn't I also believe that you slept with other men after our night together?"

"You lied to me too much, Carlotta. In early pregnancy, you said that you were sick of me and wanted to leave the entertainment world to avoid me. In fact, you did it all because you were pregnant. When I found out you were pregnant, you said I wasn't the father of your child. Then, in front of Giacomo, you said that I was your baby's father." Alessandro laughed like a madman. "Some lie you've been hiding, Carlotta."

Since Carlotta was still standing there, Alessandro continued. "I should be angry with you if I look back at what you've done to me. But, I tried to forget everything and open a new leaf. For us. Looks like you don't even want to see and appreciate it."

Then, Alessandro galloped out of the room without looking back.

Unbeknownst to him, Carlotta fell unconscious.

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When unable to face the complexity of his heart, Alessandro always runs away on work. So too this time. He has been busy contacting his board of directors in the United States ever since. New York is six hours slower than Rome. It was clearly profitable, because there, at this time still counted hours of work.

"Prepare my private jet, Lombardi." Alessandro galloped towards his study and began to clear his important documents.

Lombardi went back to rubbing his forehead. "It's midnight, Signor. The pilot must have rested."

Alessandro stopped doing his activities, then looked at Lombardi sharply. "Then, do I have to fly the damn plane myself?"

Lombardi hurriedly shook his head. "I'm gonna find a pilot ready."

Alessandro raised his eyebrows at a glance. "Give twice the salary for his flight crew."

"Where is your destination this time, Signor?" Lombardi asked.

Alessandro threw his briefcase at Lombardi. "New York, of course. I've been putting off too much work lately."

Lombardi opened his mouth again, this time hesitantly. "Regarding Miss Carlotta..."

Alessandro raised his hand, asking Lombardi to stop. "Don't report anything about him. I'll be gone for a week and back the night before the wedding. Don't bother me this time, Lombardi."

"What if Miss Carlotta invites-"

Lombardi did not finish his question because Alessandro had already cut, "Let him invite whoever he wants. I don't care."

Alessandro galloped quickly towards his limo which had been waiting at the front door. Lombardi followed his master.

Before getting into the limo, Alessandro glanced at Lombardi and said, "Happy to enjoy your holiday, Lombardi. You deserve it."

Lombardi was pleased. "Thank you, Signor!"

As the limo door closed and the long black car sped away from Ferrara's courtyard, Lombardi was struck by Marco Bruni running towards him in panic.

"Carlotta collapsed! Where is Alessandro? What do we do?" Demand Marco.

A smile disappeared from Lombardi's face. Deep in his heart, the man knew that something like this would happen again. And he again had to say goodbye to his holiday plans.

"I'll call the medical team. Have you moved Miss Carlotta to the bed?" Lombardi asked. Marco nodded quickly. Lombardi was immediately preoccupied with his communication tools.

Then, he was again faced with the anxiety of telling this incident to his master or not. The thing is, Alessandro Ferrara clearly doesn't want to be bothered by any news about Miss Carlotta this time.

And Lombardi also did not want to be preoccupied with the activity of turning a plane back once again. Especially in the middle of the night like this.

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