Chapter 90

She huffed, "Then you don't trust me either. Do you see me as that kind of woman?"

Lawrence paused. They were both based on not knowing each other well, but they were just starting this trial marriage relationship. There wasn't much trust, and their edges were sharp.

"It will get better in the future," he frowned and held her hand.

So, they made up? And there will be a future to have a good talk with him? Winnie's face reddened, wanting to ask about that night. "When it happened, I called you twice. Why didn't you answer?" she asked cautiously.

Lawrence pressed his brows. "There was trouble with the Z City project, I rushed to handle it and forgot my phone. Darcy took it later."

She had come over to wait for me in the bay, and return it, after I learnt of what had happened I immediately return to Lymington. That was four hours after you were arrested.

Did Darcy take the phone? Winnie's almond-shaped eyes instantly darkened. According to this conspiracy theory, Darcy intentionally delayed delivering it, resulting in a delay of four hours.

Lawrence, however, didn't notice her expression and said matter-of-factly, "That night, Darcy followed me and helped you hire a lawyer. Later, I waited for you outside the ward and couldn't bear to leave. Little did I know, you were angry with me, so I took advantage of her. There's no need for you to be resentful towards her."

Winnie felt annoyed in her heart. He meant that Darcy had given all her efforts for Winnie, trying to help Winnie.

But she immediately suppressed her emotions and looked at him, pretending to smile, "Why would I be resentful towards her?"

"Don't you?" Lawrence scratched her nose, his sharp gaze locking onto her, "Tonight in the private room, you were a bit excessive towards her. Did you feel jealous?"

She intentionally revealed herself. Eva was most likely brought in by Darcy to cause trouble, Winnie thought to herself.

Winnie smiled contemptuously at him and deliberately asked, "Why can't I feel jealous? Is she really your sister? Is there any blood relation?"

Lawrence paused, his eyes like a cold and mysterious abyss. He turned his gaze away, his brow furrowed coldly, "She's just a sister, don't think too much. She can't pose any threat to you because all my thoughts are on-"

He deliberately didn't say it and stared deeply at her; his brow proud. Winnie's face turned red. This wasn't a confession, but he seemed aloof. However, her heart raced.

Lawrence embraced her and frowned, "I've known her for a long time, and she has always been supportive. She's not a bad person, so you don't have to mind her too much."

She might be coveting you, but a man like him couldn't see through Darcy's tricks. It seemed like a secret battle was about to begin. Winnie thought through all these variables in play.

Gurgle- the sound broke the soft atmosphere.

Winnie awkwardly rubbed her stomach. This time, the man didn't reprimand her. Instead, he affectionately asked, "Have you been nauseous and lost your appetite these days?"

"You have the nerve to say that. It's your child that's throwing up." Winnie pouted and complained.

Lawrence licked his thin lips, enjoying her playful attitude. With one hand, he picked her up

and walked towards the kitchen. "It's all my fault. The ability to get you pregnant is a mistake."

Winnie stared at his Adam's apple. It was too sexy, causing her ears to turn red. "You're shameless." The man raised an eyebrow, seductively, and grabbed a stack of desserts from the cabinet. As expected, he saw her bright and watery eyes.

He arrogantly tossed them to her, "Indulging you once." He wanted her to eat, but only in his embrace. For the sake of the sweets, Winnie compromised.

The man leaned down to grab some tissues, preparing in case she made a mess while eating.

Suddenly, Melissa walked in from the entrance, occupying a position from her perspective. It was as if his son had nestled into his wife's chest.

"Oh my, Grace, look at them, how lovely. Haha... Carry on, just don't hurt my grandson! I'll quickly grab something and go back to the standalone building."

Like a gust of wind, Melissa hurriedly went upstairs.

"Lawrence..." Winnie blushed and glared angrily at the man.

Lawrence glanced at her chest, his Adam's apple bobbing. "She misunderstood; I didn't really cheat."

"You say that. Is Mom feeling better?" Winnie asked.

"Just so-so," Lawrence furrowed his brow.

Winnie watched Melissa's cheerful figure and couldn't resist asking, just like what Taylor said last time, "Lawrence, is Mom's dementia severe?"

"Uh, her brain injury was quite serious, she lost her memory. But she's doing fine now, I'm accompanying her carefree and worry-free."

Lawrence's voice turned cold, unwilling to say more. Winnie felt both compassionate and curious. "How did Mom get a brain injury?" she ventured to ask.

"She experienced a great shock." He abruptly stopped and frowned deeply, as if suppressing something. His dark eyes became even more mysterious, concealing a terrible emotion.

Winnie immediately felt afraid to ask and seemed to have touched a nerve. Melissa must have gone through a lot of suffering to choose to forget. With Lawrence alone taking care of his mother in this luxurious mansion, where was his father? Winnie felt that this was a topic that couldn't be touched.

The sudden change in the man's gaze and the storm hidden in the depths of his experienced eyes made her wonder if he was hiding some kind of pain. Putting down the dessert, Winnie said nothing but hugged his narrow waist with her hand.

Lawrence paused, looking down at her gentle head. A touch of tenderness appeared between his striking eyebrows.

As if there was something silently communicating with him, trying to enter his heart.

After a while, the man picked her up and walked into the bedroom upstairs.

It was late at night. Winnie finished washing up and sent a message to Olivia on Facebook. She realized that she couldn't summarize the twists and turns tonight and the man's teasing skills. She simply crawled into bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

In the bathroom, a tall and slender man wrapped in a towel walked out, his black hair dripping with water, making his eyes even deeper and unfathomable. He glanced at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, her towel barely covering her.

Then he noticed a makeshift bed by the side of the bed, and Lawrence's face turned dark.

The man walked to the balcony; his well-built body wrapped in a shirt. He called Jeremy, his voice chilling. "Deal with the suspect who attacked Winnie at Ava's request, keep an eye on the situation."

Jeremy heard his calm tone and paused before responding with an evil smirk, "Looks like you've made up and are going to continue your sweet post-marriage romance?"

Lawrence finished his cigarette and returned to the bedroom with a cold snort. "She begged me to reconcile, what can I do?"

Jeremy's mouth twitched fiercely.

Bryan told them all about someone's low and submissive demeanor in the car while coaxing his wife.

Lawrence kicked the makeshift bed in disgust. He intended to get into bed and hold her, claiming he felt cold the next morning, and the silly girl would believe it.

But just as he was about to step onto the bed, Winnie, in a drowsy state, saw it and kicked him off. Then she got up and grumbled, "Who let you up? Lawrence, don't you dare try anything funny. I'm pregnant, and we just started dating. If you dare act like a beast, I'll immediately sue you on behalf of our child."

Lying on the phone, the set of Mature Men, on the other end of the phone, Jeremy and Benjamin burst into laughter. Jeremy said with a heavy tone, "I can feel it, Mrs. Rodriguez humbly begs you for reconciliation."

"Jeremy, you're going too far. Mr. Rodriguez doesn't need a face? Mrs. Rodriguez is assertive and adorable, haha."

Lawrence hung up the phone with a gloomy expression, while Winnie had already curled up like a caterpillar, ready to defend herself against anyone who tried to hit her.

He laughed, lightly patting the spot on the blanket where her butt was. His voice rolled, "The child is almost three months old; I'll sleep with you immediately."

Winnie covered herself even more, asking, "What did you say?"