The Lust of a Billionaire CEO

Chapter 68

"I won't let you go" I said.

"I'll stay with you. But, promise not to hurt me again, let alone hurt my son later," he said seriously.

"I promise not to hurt you, as long as you become more obedient," I replied firmly.

"I promise to be obedient" he said, making me feel anxious. I don't know what else he's planning.

"Then come in with me. I don't like women with dark skin" I teased him.

"My skin is a little dark. Then why do you like me?" He asked with a hint of light on his sad face.

"You're exception. Now come back," take me.

"Loof," her door spread out both hands, looking very cute in my eyes. Without waiting for long, I immediately carried her bridal style into the Mansion towards the dining room.

Arriving at the dining room, I sat Cecilia on the chair. "What do you want to eat?" I'm still standing.

"Es cream," he answered quickly.

"Es cream in the morning is not good. Theothers?"

"Es cream, I don't want to eat anything else. If not ice cream I'd rather be hungry" he replied.

"Is this one of your plans?" I asked suspiciously. Because the information I got from the maid was she always ate ice cream with a large portion.

"Yes, I want to die from eating ice cream. Pleased!" Keto.

"Tell the Chef to make a healthy and good ice cream for pregnant women" I told the maid.

"Good, Sir."

"Tell them that!" My snapping made him instantly go scared.

"There's ice cream but no ice" he lamented.

"What's the point of me paying them dearly if I can't get a little creative making innovations."

"I don't eat then" I held him down and said, "if you don't want to eat, then I'll eat you" I threatened.

"I'm pregnant!"

"I don't care" my threats succeeded in scaring him and not getting out of his position.

Shortly thereafter, a maid brought an omelette that was usually available every morning as my breakfast. Two portions of omelette were placed in front of me as well as Cecilia. He didn't touch the food at all. I don't really care either, I eat first. Seeing me eat so greedily, in the end he also devoured the omelette in front of him. I smiled faintly looking at her behavior.

"I'm so full, why does eating just feel so tiring like this" he lamented.

"That's because you're pregnant, so you're easily tired" I replied, who had also finished eating.

"I don't want ice cream anymore, I just want to sleep."

"They've made it," I intercepted.

"You eat, I want to sleep again" I shook my head at his behavior. Fortunately, I read a few articles about pregnant women. So, I can understand about his sometimes fickle mood.

Arriving at the room, she completely laid her body on the bed and fell asleep right then and there. Am I too suspicious of him? Whatever he did, I always thought he was making plans to leave me.

As he continued to sleep, I headed to the study and began to finish some unfinished work. Not to forget I also monitored his movements on a computer screen connected to a hidden cctv that I installed in the room.

Nothing strange happened, he was still fast asleep even until I finished the job.