Secretly Loving You's

Ch 62 - POV Armand

After that, many words came out of Papa. The threat that told me to resign my position at the company to not admit me a child if I don't marry Nadya.

Arguably I quite like my work, but I am willing to let go, when faced with the choice of mortgaging principles. No one can force me to do anything I don't want.

The next few days were filled with tension. Mama came to the apartment a few times just to persuade me to marry Nadya. While Papa sent his men to ask me to submit files related to tenders that have been running or who still want to be followed. From the looks of it, freeing me from all corporate business which means firing me.

Maybe Papa thought doing so would make me give up and accept his decision. I remain firm with my stance. Refuse firmly.

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One day Nadya comes to the apartment with tears filling her face. He stood in front of me with a pleading look.

"Otherwise?" I'm blocking him from entering. Stand in front of the door with your hands crossed in front of your chest.

"Bi ...."

"Your path, Nad."

"Bi .... I-I can clear Bi .... Permit me to enter Bi ...."

"For what? You've already managed to take papa's heart. They trust you more than I do. Another explanation?"

"Bi!" Nadya immediately rested at my feet while groaning. His sedu began to sound. The thing he always does to deceive opponents.

"Come, m-sorry. I'm sorry, Bi. Love me a chance to clear it all up, Bi. Sorry Bi ...." His behavior began to attract the attention of other apartment residents, so inevitably I told the woman to enter.

Now we are sitting face to face. Several times Nadya tried to wipe her tears and snot. Actually there is a sense of pity, but considering his behavior makes this upset can not be lost.

"So what does this all mean, Nad? Why scapegoat me for something I didn't do?"

Nadya looks up. Suddenly he moved closer and sat down. Both of his hands clenched my feet.

"Bi, I beg you. Help me, Bi. Help me out."

"What kind of help do you want? Have I ever refused to help you?"

"Bi ...."

"M-sorry, Bi. I'm sorry, Bi.... I-I have no other choice, Bi ...."

"Are you really pregnant?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where is that guy?" Finished playing victim, Nadya always behaved like this. Crying, apologizing and begging to be understood.

"I-I don't know, Bi. I don't know where he is. I'm confused, Bi .... Please help me, Bi .... Please marry me, Bi. I don't know who else to ask for help. You're the only one I can count on." Her crying is getting worse. Although I have done it dozens of times, I still can't bear to see him cry like this.

I pulled her body up to sit by my side. Looking at her appearance, she was extremely messy. Usually he never leaves makeup on his face, but this time there is no polish. His face looked pale with many traces of crying. If you see his nature, it is good he did not abort the content.

I let her cry until she was satisfied. After his emotions calmed down, I began to pry at the caption.

"So, where's the baby's father?"

"I really don't know, Bi. I'm rattled. Please, Bi. Help me .... Please, please. I don't know who else to ask for help to" he said, repeating the same request.

"I can help you in many ways, Nad. But not with that one. You must know the concept of thinking me."

"Yes, Abhi. I-i understand. I understand your principles. But Bi, please .... Give restitution. Please help me ...."

"I can't marry you, Nadya. I can help you with anything else, but not by getting married."

"Then, can you pretend that this child is your child? Meanwhile, Bi, until I find the baby's father."

"For what?"

"For your mom papa to calm down, Bi. I feel guilty ...."

"Why not think like this when you do that?"

"Bi .... You're free to judge me anything, but please Bi.... Pretend for a while. No pa-pa if you can't marry me, but please .. for the sake of your mama papa's peace, pretend that this is your son, Bi. Please Bi.... Pleaseeee ...."

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