Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna spat into the bathroom sink for a long time but did not throw up. She wanted to wash her face but found that her makeup was much thicker than usual. If she got water on her face, she might end up looking like a raccoon. Instead, she had to settle for rinsing her mouth before returning to the table.

But Travis was standing outside the bathroom, scaring her a little bit. He grabbed her body to prevent her from hitting the wall.

“What are you doing?” Arianna asked when she recovered. His face was a mix of emotions.

“Are you pregnant?” Travis asked as he grabbed her arm. His palm was cold.

“No.” Arianna tried hard to get rid of his hand but failed. She was angry.

Regardless, their fancy and expensive dinner were cut short because Travis insisted on taking her to the hospital for an examination.

“I’m not pregnant! I don’t want to go!”

Travis dragged Arianna back to their suite, got her to change and wipe off her makeup, and now was trying to get her to leave. But she clung to the doorframe of the bathroom.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“We will find out when we get to the hospital,” Travis replied.

Ryan Cooper was summoned urgently. He relaxed after seeing that everyone was okay and asked, “What can I do for you, Sir?”

Travis said, “Find someone to make an appointment in the biggest hospital with the best gynecologist around.”

Ryan accepted the order and left the room.

“You’re crazy. I had my period three weeks ago, and I’ll be getting my next one soon. There is no way I am pregnant.” Finally, she let go of the doorframe and shoved Travis off of her. She had enough. He had treated her like a toy this entire vacation, and when it was coming to an end, he found a new trick to play on her.

“Perhaps your body is different from ordinary people’s.” Travis frowned and pressed his arm. Arianna had shoved him directly on his wound.

She forgot that he was injured but fought the urge to apologize. He deserved the pain.

They didn’t end up going to the hospital. Arianna escaped into the sunny room and locked the door. She refused to open it.

Originally, she did not worry about getting pregnant because she meticulously used protective medicines. She even ate foods that were supposed to decrease the likelihood of conception, despite hating the taste.

However, Travis’s words terrified her. She was afraid that her body could, in fact, be different from everyone else’s.

Travis did not give up easily. One hour later, a doctor came. Out of guilt and pity for the doctor, Arianna unlocked the door and allowed for the medical examination to occur.

The doctor told Travis on his way out, “Your wife is not pregnant. But she looks like she could use some rest.”

Travis looked at her with questioning eyes, “Are you hungry now? If you don’t like the food, I can ask them to cook something else.”

“I’m not hungry, and I don’t want to eat. You can go back and finish it.”

Travis didn’t return to the restaurant, but he asked a servant to bring the noble rot wine up to their room. He poured himself a glass and drank it slowly by the window. They returned to the bedroom.

He smirked at Arianna, “Are you sure you don’t want more of this? It’s a now-or-never situation since it’s the only wine from your birth year from this winery.”

She could not handle the taste. Looking at the glass in his slender fingers, she felt something spinning in her stomach again. She said, “The taste of mildew and rotten grapes does not appeal to me. You should be careful, it might infect your wound again.”

He choked on his expensive wine. Finally, he said, “Between your pimples and nausea, I was sure you were pregnant. But now that we know you aren’t, I’m beginning to wonder if you have an endocrine disorder.”

Arianna’s heart stopped again when she heard the word ‘pregnant.’ She wished his wound would become infected again, the worse it was, the better.

She replied, “Have you ever gotten a woman pregnant before? Why do you sound so experienced? You can rest assured that I will not threaten you with a child.”

Travis watched her through the transparent cup, observing her expression. He remained quiet for a while and said, “You would have a fortune if you really were pregnant. If you gave birth to my child, then all debts between us would be canceled. I can even promise to meet any of your additional requests, as long as they are reasonable and within my capabilities. What do you think?”

“I am not selling you, my child! I did not accept this in our agreement. Please be a man of your word!” Arianna shouted at him and shut the bathroom door behind her.

****

Travis Cooper was a man of his word. He meant it when he said he wouldn’t bother Arianna for two months. Arianna was happy to return back home because of this. She would be able to live her own life for two and a half months.

His suggestion about having his child left her feeling confused. Travis did not dare to mention it again after she locked herself in the bathroom for three hours after that conversation. She thought he was out of his mind and tried to forget it, but it would have also meant that she would be free after, and her grandfather would be allowed to live.

When they got to the airport, it was late in the evening, and there were only a few people in the departure lounge. Most of the passengers, including Arianna, were drowsy and spoke with low voices. But there was a pair of five or six-year-old twin boys chasing each other around the chairs, laughing happily.

Travis was reading the newspaper. When the boys ran past him, he looked up and stared at them. His eyes remained glued to them from then on.

Some of Travis’s assistants noticed his gaze, and they began speaking to each other.

“They look completely identical. So how do their parents distinguish between the two of them?”