Married to the Wrong CEO

Chapter 83: Hope

After that day, breakfast was quieter than usual. Dora greeted Dante like usual, but apart from that, they barely said a word to each other.

Moreover, Dante would disappear for days and return, with Dora being unable to say anything or do anything about it as she silently watched him go about his business.

All they did was get medical checkups, exercise properly, and eat well. Apart from visiting her step mum in the hospital along with Elisa, who was learning how to walk properly, the other thing she did was visit Elder Bellini, who found out that she was pregnant after Dante told him.

He was beyond excited, and he made it known—going as far as to give her a property simply for the heck of it.

Moreover, it wasn’t a small building.

"Have you checked the gender yet? A boy or a girl?" he asked, bombarding her with questions, a heavy smile on his face that he couldn’t hide even if he tried.

It was obvious that he was excited about it.

"Hopefully, he gets Dante’s signature platinum white hair just like his father!" he said, to which Dora’s eyes widened in surprise, since she had assumed that Dante went out of his way to professionally dye it.

"It’s a weird DNA strain that’s sometimes passed through the family. Dante’s completely white hair was a shock though!"

"You thought he dyed it?" Elder Bellini asked, to which Dora froze for a second as they sat in a lounging room in the mansion.

Aware that seeing as how she and Dante were in love, it was something she should already be aware of.

"I just assumed without asking!" she responded, even as she quickly reached forward and picked up her teacup from the table to take a sip before going ahead to change the subject.

"We should play some Monopoly! That I can beat you in. It’s way better than chess!" she told him, even as Elder Bellini, with a gentle smile on his face, fixed his gaze on her. Slowly nodding his head, he ran his fingers through his white beard as he responded.

"I guess I’ll have to try harder to win then," he told her, even as Dora chuckled, shaking her head as she began to play.

"I’m better at this. You will lose!" she declared, even as they began to play in a lighthearted manner.

It wasn’t until evening when they finally said their goodbyes, and Dora stood up to go while Elder Bellini went ahead to wish her a safe journey.

"Take care of yourself!" he told her, even as he waved, and she got into the car to leave.

But barely had she entered when she noticed who was sitting right beside her in the car, clearly having gone to great lengths to fix herself inside.

It was Namira, and she looked ticked off as she began to speak the second Dora settled in, even before she closed the door.

"Congratulations!" she greeted Dora, not the least bit surprised to find out that she was aware of it.

"I guess I didn’t expect it to happen as fast as it did!" Namira continued to speak, but Dora’s good mood had dampened as she fixed her gaze on Namira and frankly spoke.

"If that’s all you wanted to say, then you can leave!" she told her, not the least bit concerned about how she would react, considering the fact that they were yet to leave the mansion and Elder Bellini was still standing outside.

"That’s all I wanted to say!" Namira replied with a soft smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes as she said her goodbyes and stepped out of the car.

Dora’s gaze remained fixed on her in a steady manner as she slammed the door closed behind her.

Ettore, her bodyguard who sat in front, instantly began to speak, but before he could, Dora directly told him to shut up—considering the fact that whatever he wanted to say didn’t matter, since his actions were more visible and mattered more.

But Ettore went ahead to speak regardless.

"My son works for her! If I refused, she would have made his life even more difficult than it already was!" he explained.

"Moreover, if I didn’t allow it here, where Elder Bellini and I were close by, she would have found a way to meet you later!" he told her.

His reasoning was logical, but that didn’t stop the anger Dora felt at being betrayed by her bodyguard.

It didn’t take long before the driver drove off back to Dante’s estate, where she got out the second they arrived.

The air felt different—something familiar and heavy—as she stepped out and instantly headed in.

Her nausea episodes were still frequent, but not as badly as the first month, as she directly headed to the dining room to get something to eat.

She was taken aback to see Dante, who also seemed to have just arrived, wearing black comfortable slacks and a round neck that somehow seemed to elevate his already gorgeous body to new heights.

The dinner was just as quiet as their recent breakfast, and Dante had just finished eating and gotten up to leave when Dora finally decided that she had had enough.

Opening her mouth to speak, even though she was aware that she would regret it.

Her voice was much colder than she wanted it to be.

"...sex between us is no longer viable?" she asked, her tone detached, like a scientist simply conducting an experiment and nothing more.

Dante instantly turned around to focus his gaze on her, clearly not having expected her to say those exact words.

"You’re pregnant! We can’t do anything to harm the—" but Dora didn’t let him finish.

"...Even pregnant women have sex!" she directly told him, more forceful than she intended to be, but she couldn’t help it. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

If they weren’t having sex now, then by the time she was in the later stages of the pregnancy, she might as well forget the possibility of it.

"I-I think it would also be good for the baby!" she went ahead to point out, hating how desperate she sounded, even as Dante continued to fix a calm and steady gaze on her—one that felt so intense that she couldn’t help but feel that he could see right through her.

But even after she had spoken, Dante remained quiet and continued to silently stare at her, even as she lowered her hands to her lap and balled her fists.

A small moment passed before Dante finally spoke in a low tone.

"Okay. Tomorrow should be fine!" he told her, without any waves in his voice, as he turned around and simply left without saying anything else.

Dora looked more than relieved the moment he left as she stared at the food in front of her without actually going ahead to eat it.

Balling her fists together tighter as she internally hyped herself up.

’I still have about seven months left!’ she thought to herself, aware that if she tried her utmost best, then there was no way she wouldn’t be able to convince Dante to let her stay for the baby.