Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 63: Faye Townsend, Get Ready to Marry Me

"Child?" Oliver Turner subconsciously looked at her abdomen.

Faye Townsend’s hand slowly caressed her own belly: "I’m pregnant."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I am pregnant, almost three months now."

Oliver Turner looked at her almost in shock: "How is that possible? As far as I know, he doesn’t love you and has never touched you."

"Your investigation is correct, he indeed does not want to touch me, but that day he was drunk.

I know he doesn’t love me and we will eventually divorce, but I love him too much, I really can’t bear to let go.

Ever since the day I fell for him at a young age, my dream has always been to make him my man.

For eight years, these eyes of mine have only followed one man.

His every frown and smile are the sole motivation for my daily happiness.

But... Eight years have passed, and all my efforts have failed to succeed.

So... that day when he was drunk, I seduced him. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Even he himself doesn’t know what happened that day."

Oliver Turner observed the woman before him, pitiful yet tragic.

What should he say to her?

Clever foolish woman, or foolishly clever woman?

"Did you do it on purpose, wanting to get pregnant with this child?"

Faye Townsend shook her head somewhat awkwardly, her cheeks slightly red.

"I didn’t have... that kind of experience, so I didn’t take any measures in time; I had no idea that I would get pregnant so coincidentally on the first try.

At that time I simply... wanted to be his woman, that’s all."

Oliver Turner’s expression was wickedly charming, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

It seems this deal might not be a loss for him after all.

"Faye Townsend, prepare to marry me."

Faye Townsend looked at him, he is a smart man, but why would he make such a hasty decision?

Marrying her and becoming the father of her child is clearly the act of a fool.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Oliver Turner smiled: "I believe you certainly don’t want your child to be born without a father, right? I will undoubtedly be the best father candidate for your child."

Faye Townsend lowered her gaze, she didn’t understand what Oliver Turner was plotting.

"Faye Townsend, do you remember that you owe me a favor for helping you before?

Now my condition is to be the father of your child."

"But I don’t understand, why? This isn’t fair to you. This is a deal with no profit, isn’t it?"

"If I tell you I have my own schemes, you’ll definitely ask what they are.

So I’ll just be frank with you.

The other day when I phoned you, it was Hunter Warren who answered, and he verbally attacked me.

I am a person who holds grudges, so this matter isn’t over yet.

If I become the father of his son, tell me... won’t he explode with anger?"

Upon hearing this, Faye Townsend turned her head and smiled helplessly: "I never would have guessed, you’re such a childish person."

"Very childish? This is the grand finale to reclaim my dignity, you don’t understand."

Faye Townsend raised her eyebrows: "Perhaps I don’t understand, but... I choose not to participate in this game.

He doesn’t know I’m pregnant, and I have no intention of letting him know.

I hope you won’t interfere.

Director Turner, I need to go to the embassy in a while, I don’t have time to accompany you now, shouldn’t you be getting back to work?"

Oliver Turner looked at her: "Are you really okay?"

Faye Townsend’s expression tightened: "Of course."

She stood up, walked to the door and opened it: "Go back to work without worries."

"It seems I have no choice but to leave."

Oliver Turner got up and walked towards the door: "Call me if you need anything."