Chapter 4 Where Did this Bastard Come from?

"How come you are here?" Sherry saw Emma first, standing at the door in shock. She pushed Will away slightly to snatch a blanket to cover her body. Emma tried to dodge her eyes while leaving the bedroom speechless. She had to pretend she didn't see anything. But obviously it was in vain, as everything was replaying in her mind vividly. Will moved his body to sit at the bedside. The pleasure before couldn't be resumed as if he got a cold shower. "Baby, haven't you taken care of Emma?" Sherry got a shirt and put it on Will, sitting beside him and poking around pretentiously. Will didn't respond. "We shouldn't let her interfere in our relationship!" Sherry leaned her body against his hot back, disappointed. trying to send a physical signal to him unintentionally. Emma stood outside, watching Sherry was walking up to her step by step after she dressed up. "Emma, good for you! You are everywhere!" Sherry smiled viciously, without a trace of shame on her face. She pressed her pointy fingernails hardly on Emma's shoulders , as if to remind her of the reality, and then she went downstairs. Immediately, Will opened the door, tidying up. The moment he saw Emma, he couldn't hold his anger any longer but to punch the wall with a fist to release his fury. It released a dismal sound. "Sorry, I..., I didn't mean to ..." Emma lowered her head, shivering as she was trying to explain, but it didn't work. "If you are here for signing the agreement, Be my guest!" "No, I am not..." Her words triggered him again to put his hand around her neck. He pressed her against the wall fiercely. He was in good mood, but There was a hickey at his neck from their intercourse a moment ago. It was so glaring obviously in her eyes. "Damn it!" Will cursed and then dragged the fragile Emma straight downstairs, regardless that she could catch him up or not. At last she fell to the floor in the living room. She was kneeling on the cold mosaic floor, and all her bones seemed broken, screaming out great pain silently. However, the pain at belly went numb. "Will, I ..., I have something to tell you!" She looked up at his back, whispering slowly in her hoarse voice. "I don't want to know anything else, except the signature on the agreement." He got the keys and was about to leave afterwards. Emma came up rapidly to hold his leg when she sensed his intention. Her eyes were red out of crying, but she would try everything to keep this man. "I am pregnant with you child. I am pregnant with Will's baby! " When he was about to walk out of the door, he stopped in a daze. He couldn't believe his ear when he heard those words shouted to his back. It was unbelievable. He turned to Emma to snatch her chin, questioned without emotion. "What did you say? Say it again! Her chin was aching because of his hard grip, but she repeated confidently. "I said, I am pregnant with Will's baby! Do you hear me? Do you still want to divorce me?" "Hmmm? Do you want to threaten me with this?" Will sneered. God knows whom that woman slept with? And now she wanted to use it as an excuse to make him believe it was his baby? Ridiculous! "Here, have a look!" Emma searched in the pocket and got out a piece of crumpled paper and put it in front of him. He didn't look at all, but scratched it into pieces. "Don't try to threaten me with a bastard you had with some other man. I won't listen!" Emma was crawling on the floor, trying to collect all the pieces in her arms. With hands on her belly, curling up, she began to sob. "Will, why didn't you believe me? Why didn't you admit it was your child?" She thought to herself where the man who could have satisfied her with anything she wanted before was. Her heart was as cold as the mosaic floor, till it went numb and senseless. No matter what Will did to her, she could stomach all.