Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 62 | Baby Shower

Keep clicking the like button pleaseeee ♡

Don't forget difav, love 5 stars, gimme gifts. And enjoy! Happy reading.

Luvluvs, luvluvs,

Alana

***

Apparently, Lombardi really worked hard. The results of the DNA test requested by Alessandro have been obtained before lunch. Alessandro and Carlotta were still waiting in the living room without a word. The two kept quiet, turned their backs on each other. The couple looked at the door when Lombardi came in.

"No match, Signor!" Lombardi waved the test results documents excitedly.

Alessandro and Carlotta were both relieved. They both stood and waited for Lombardi to hand over the documents to Alessandro.

"Oh my God." Carlotta closed her grateful eyes. "I don't know how to live life if that child is really your son."

Alessandro laughs. "I told you it's impossible. You won't listen to me."

Carlotta hugged Alessandro tightly. "I don't want anything like this to happen again."

Alessandro stroked Carlotta's hair while the woman leaned in his arms. "May there be no more."

Carlotta pinched her husband's waist hard. "Actually how many women have you slept with?"

Alessandro begged when he got the deadly pinch, pouted small, then pretended to think. "I don't remember."

Carlotta nodded sadly. "Oh my God."

Alessandro laughed softly. "Don't worry. They mean nothing to me. You're the only one I love. Don't be angry anymore, okay? Please kind? It's all the past." Alessandro again persuaded in a low voice.

Carlotta shakes. "My life is just one, Alessandro, and today it feels like I almost died."

"No, Honey. Don't say that." Alessandro smiled as he stroked his wife's cheek. "We will live together for a long time."

Carlotta clutched Alessandro even tighter. Then, the woman placed Alessandro's hand on her stomach. "Bertiga. We three."

Alessandro's hands were stiff. "Carlotta, I don't-"

Carlotta forced Alessandro's hand to hold his stomach. "Your son is kicking."

Alessandro's breath stuck in his throat. "Oh. Gosh darn. Oh God. He can really move?"

Carlotta nodded and smiled. "Of course."

Alessandro. Dissolved in his own mind. He was amazed at the new life in his wife's stomach.

"Why don't you want to believe me?" Ask Carlotta. "You know I'm not like any other woman who comes in and out of your house to comfort you."

Alessandro.

"I looked after myself for twenty-six years before you came that night. And it's been a very long time, trust me. All my friends have slept with a lot of men, but my sexual experience is zero. Why do you believe me so easily when I say I've slept with another man?" Carlotta asked again. "I've loved you for ten years. Do you think I'd keep my baby if he wasn't our son?"

Alessandro is still silent. What Carlotta said is true. However, once again, it has been proven that there are women who want to try to deceive him. Look what that woman named Alicia did. Amazingly, the woman had exactly the same situation as Carlotta. He was still a saint when he was first with Alessandro. In fact, the child he carried was not Alessandro's flesh. Now, how can Alessandro trust Carlotta? The woman was very beautiful, surrounded by men of the best breeds. There are a lot of men who want it. How could Carlotta not have slept with another man?

"He's your son, Alessandro. Whether you believe it or not." Carlotta. The woman has resigned. He hid his face around Alessandro's neck. Half-dry tears washed her husband's skin.

***

Carlotta and Alessandro return to the ballroom after correcting their appearance. Especially Carlotta. The makeup of the woman was no longer as complete as before due to crying. When they arrived, the guests in the ballroom stood up and greeted with applause.

Carlotta got a lot of presents for her baby. And he feels amazingly happy. The matter was finished and now he could feast cheerfully. Marco Bruni invited Italy's top MC, James Dimento, to fill the show. James Dimento obviously lives up to his big name because the event held Marco so festive.

At first, James Dimento asked Carlotta to dance with Alessandro. The two danced with light waltz music and looked very happy in each other's arms. Then, James made some fun games. Among them is guessing the name of the baby. Some guests proposed a good name, until Lombardi was tired of being asked to record all the names by Alessandro.

The highlight is the event of gift giving and opening. All guests have a spectacular gift. Some give baby boxes of premium wood, stroller with diamonds, and all kinds of other baby equipment. Of the many female guests, Carlotta also gets a lot of items for pregnant women and breastfeeding preparations. Gretta and Roberto Mancini gave us a lot of books. Starting from parenting books, healthy childbirth guide books, to children's fairy tales. Meanwhile, Patrizia de Angelo was very kind to give a set of diamond jewelry. Although not related to the baby, Patrizia argued that giving can improve the mood of any woman.

Not a shortage of diamonds, but Carlotta was rather surprised to get such a precious gift from the person who had seemed to hate her all along. In fact, today Patrizia spoke a gentle word to him!

"Carlotta, honey, I want to congratulate you personally. You are a great woman. You and Alessandro were also a very compatible couple long ago." Patrizia smiled sweetly as she clasped Carlotta's hand.

Carlotta gets goosebumps. "You're not sick, are you, Patrizia?"

Patrizia still smiled amiably. "No, of course not. I'm doing fine. Thank you for worrying about me."

Carlotta laughed softly. "What's wrong with you? Did you eat something wrong?"

"No, Honey." Said Patrizia again. "I just want to get closer to you."

Carlotta cringing. "You mean, you want to be close to me after I become Mrs Ferrara? But, wasn't it at my wedding-party"

"Sst, Carlotta. Don't talk about the past anymore. Let's open a new chapter for our friendship." Patrizia hugged Carlotta tightly.

"But what about Gretta?"

Patrizia turned the eyeball, then pretended to be surprised dramatically. "Gretta? Who the hell is Gretta? I only know Carlotta and Patrizia. Two beautiful girls who are close friends."

Giacomo came to join the two women. "Good afternoon ladies."

Carlotta caught Gio and Patrizia quietly throwing smiles at each other. Bad omen.

"Sister Gio." Carlotta held her brother's arm while smiling sweetly. "You met my friend Patrizia at my wedding last month, I guess."

Giacomo. "Yes. I think we've met."

Patrizia nodded slowly. "That's right."

Carlotta thinks that the two men's behavior is getting suspicious. Suddenly, there was the sound of broken glasses that shocked everyone. When Carlotta turned her head, she saw that Ciara and Gretta Mancini's hands were already in each other's hair.

"Oh, no." Carlotta.

Patrizia was tired. "Gretta be up again."

Carlotta glanced at Patrizia. "You, right, the plot?"

Patrizia pretended to be surprised. "Where is it possible? I'm your best friend from now on."

Carlotta rolled her eyeballs.

"I'll separate them." Patrizia started galloping towards the scene of the crime.

***