The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1003 Protection or Surveillance

Chapter 1003 Protection or Surveillance

"The doctor said you should bask more. It's good for your health."

The corner of Mavis's mouth twitched. "The ultraviolet light is too strong. It's not good for the baby."

She will melt if she was exposed to the sun.

In the end, Anthony put down the porridge and patiently went to help her draw the curtains.

After finishing this, he walked back, picked up the porridge bowl again, and helped Mavis cool it down.

After entering the hospital, Anthony suddenly seemed to have a huge change. Like a good husband, he

was so careful that she was in a trance for a moment.

However, she quickly noticed that there was no special emotion on his face. Although his movements

were gentle, his eyes were not gentle, as if he was performing his duties and numbly taking care of her.

The more she looked at him, the more she felt a sense of disbelief, and she chose to turn her face

away and stop looking at him.

"Come on, have some breakfast. Be careful. It's hot."

When the spoon containing the porridge was brought to her mouth, she closed her lips tightly and

turned her head to avoid it.

"I won't bother you to do this kind of hard work. I can eat it myself."

Anthony's hand holding the spoon paused, his eyes were dark for a moment, and he quickly

suppressed it back.

He still coaxed patiently, "I'm your husband, a legally recognized husband. You can absolutely order me

to do these things. You don't need to use a begging tone, and don't take trouble."

"But I don't want to eat it now."

Anthony retracted the spoon and put down the porridge bowl. "Okay, tell me when you want to eat, and

I'll heat it up for you."

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Mavis sneered inwardly.

"Anthony, are you saving your face? You are afraid that others will say that you treat your wife harshly,

so you pretend to be nice to me and live with a mask. Aren't you tired?"

Anthony frowned handsomely, looked at her, and remained silent.

"Do you ... really love me?"

His response was still silence.

The tip of her nose was slightly sore. There was no answer, which was the best answer Anthony gave

her.

"You don't actually love me. It's just because I used to be obedient, and believed 'love is all'. So you

chose me when you were forced to marry by your elders, right?"

He really thought so at the beginning.

Faced with Mavis' questioning, he was speechless and chose to remain silent.

Mavis looked up at the ceiling, forcing back the tears in her eyes. "The marriage is agreed for one year,

I propose a divorce on my own initiative, and the divorce agreement is signed decisively by me. You

suddenly realize that I'm no longer under your control, you panic, and you desperately want to save

your face, want to persuade me to go back."

"You're just unwilling and apologetic to me. You drove me away because of Jaqueline and you

suspected that I'm the spy in the company. So you feel indebted."

"But Anthony, I don't need you to make up for it now, let alone being nice."

If he didn't love her, it was what it was. A marriage with debts and compensations will not be happy

after all.

Anthony's face turned cold, and he was not feeling well, "Yes, I owed you a lot of things back then, but

you were not wrong at all?"

Mavis looked at him firmly, "I didn't do anything wrong to you. Perhaps the biggest mistake is that I

should not have fallen in love with you in the first place."

Anthony snorted and glanced at her stomach, "Are you sure? What's the origin of this child?"

She paled.

Because of this accident, Anthony had taken advantage of the lie she told before, and she can't argue

with it.

As if he saw the unnaturalness in her expression, Anthony's expression became more sarcastic.

"Did you not tell Rara and Malcolm about the origin of this child? They all think this bastard belongs to

me, but you cheat on me and I couldn't explain it. You don't feel sorry for me at all?"

Mavis pinched the quilt with both hands and bit her low lip, "Don't call it a bastard. It's my baby."

She covered her belly with a quilt, and when she looked at Anthony, she looked visibly wary.

Anthony sighed, remembering the instructions of doctors, nurses and Lyra. It was rare that he didn't get

angry.

He picked up the porridge again and stirred it. His tone was calm.

"I don't haggle over this child with you. Don't make trouble anymore. Go back withe me to nourish the

fetus."

His face darkened a little, his eyes were lowered, his blue eyes were deep, and she couldn't see any

emotion.

After a few minutes of silence, he continued, "I'll raise him as my own child, give her or him the best

education and the best life, and no one will know who the child's father is."

That sounded extremely sarcastic for Mavis.

As long as he was willing to investigate carefully, he will find out how long her pregnancy was , find out

the baby's real father, and find out that she lied deliberately to anger him.

However, due to poor nutrition during pregnancy, she was thinner and her belly looked much smaller

than normal.

But Anthony, who didn't care about her at all, firmly believed that the child was not his.

She was heartbroken.

Knowing that she should not ask for anything extravagantly, she was still a little sad.

"Anthony, do you think that you're great by saying this? In order to keep me, you're willing to accept a

child you don't like. Do you feel like a holy father?"

Anthony stared at her calmly, without speaking.

She smiled, "The most correct thing for you to do is to agree to divorce and draw a clear line with me.

In the future, this child and I will have nothing to do with you. Don't disturb my life anymore, and you

won't feel disgusting anymore."

Anthony's eyes were cold, and he didn't think about it at all, "Impossible."

He got up to go.

Mavis hurriedly grabbed his wrist and asked, "How the hell are you gonna let me go? It's all my fault. I

shouldn't have provoked you at the beginning. I just treated those five years of chasing you as a waste

of time. I'm very regretful now. Can you not be too hard on me this time!?"

He frowned when he heard it, feeling very unhappy.

"You are too emotional now. The doctor said that it is not good for the baby. You should calm down."

Breaking free from Mavis's hand, he walked without looking back.

"Anthony, I really hate you more and more now."

The figure of the man who walked to the door paused, then he opened the door without any response

and left.

All the mania, under his indifferent attitude, looked like rage because of his ability to do nothing.

Mavis adjusted his breathing, not wanting to affect the baby, so she could only restrain herself from

thinking about Anthony the asshole.

The sunshine in the morning was not very hot, and the ultraviolet rays were not very strong.

Thinking of the need to move more during pregnancy, she slowly got out of bed, planning to go around

the hospital garden.

However, when she opened the door of the ward, she saw two tall men standing in the corridor outside.

She knew them who were the bodyguards of the Callahan family.

When the bodyguards saw her coming out, they immediately stepped forward. "Mrs. Callahan, Mr.

Callahan said that you need to rest well. Please go back to the ward."

What they said was very polite. Mavis sneered, "Is he protecting or monitoring me?"

The bodyguards lowered their heads and looked embarrassed. "We are only following Mr. Callahan's

order. He's going to deal with things and should come to see you before noon. You should go back and

rest."

Mavis looked at the two of them and knew that their intention to stop her and not let her go out, which

was obvious.

She changed her mind and asked, "It seems that Anthony has taken my mobile phone away. Can you

borrow me mobile phone? I want to call Lyra and Ella."

The two bodyguards looked at each other. "Mrs. Callahan, don't make things difficult for us. We can't

decide. it"

Mavis was a little angry. "What does he mean? To imprison me in this ward? I can't even make a phone

call?"