First Met
Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the café, Kaitlyn Miller sat down, immediately drawing admiring or stunned glances from the surrounding customers. It was a warm early summer afternoon, and the sun's rays filtered through the glass, dancing on her porcelain skin. With her delicate features and a long, graduated dress in a starry blue hue that hugged her waist, her slender, shapely legs were partially hidden, exuding elegance and charm.
Kaitlyn's pale fingers gently stirred the milk in her coffee cup with a small spoon. As a journalist who had spent years dealing with cameras, she was unfazed by the stares. However, her eyes betrayed a trace of confusion as she let out a soft sigh.
Until now, Kaitlyn couldn't wrap her head around how a trip to Country M had resulted in her returning home with a pregnancy diagnosis. In her twenty-two years of life, she had never been in a romantic relationship or had a one-night stand.
Could it be a forgotten one-night fling? She had initially considered terminating the unexpected pregnancy, but the obstetrician had warned that due to her thin uterine wall, future pregnancies might be difficult if she aborted this one.
Determined to give her child a normal family, Kaitlyn decided to try blind dating. Today was her first such encounter, but her partner was already twenty minutes late.
Just as she assumed he had stood her up, a man pushed open the café door and walked towards her. "Miss Miller, hello. I'm Alexander Smith," he introduced himself, his gaze openly assessing the pretty woman across from him with satisfaction.
Kaitlyn met Alexander's unabashed gaze with a slight furrow of her eyebrows. "Mr. Smith, you're thirty minutes late," she noted coolly.
"Miss Miller, don't worry about such trifles. I know your situation, and it's not easy for someone to agree to a blind date with you," Alexander said, his appearance plain but his tone condescending.
If it weren't for her aunt's introduction, Kaitlyn would have been tempted to leave in a huff based on his remark alone. She managed to keep her composure and retorted with a sarcastic tone, "Mr. Smith is quite humorous."
Unfortunately, Alexander failed to detect the sarcasm in Kaitlyn's words and continued blithely, sipping his coffee. "I'm a straightforward person, so I'll just say it. If you marry me, you'll have to buy a house and a car for me first."
Buy a house and a car? Did he think she was his sugar mommy? Even sugar babies had some semblance of looks and figure!
Looking at his wrinkled suit, slightly overweight body, and average appearance, Kaitlyn couldn't believe the audacity of his demands.
Ignoring Kaitlyn's reaction, Alexander seemed certain that she wouldn't refuse him and continued confidently, "I have a son who has a bad temper. You'll have to cater to him well. Whether your child is a boy or a girl, all our wealth will belong to my son in the future."
"But I hope you give birth to a daughter. After all, she can be married off directly, and we won't need to prepare any inheritance for her."
"If you don't agree, then I certainly won't be willing to be the father of this bastard in your belly," Alexander declared.
Kaitlyn patiently waited for him to finish his rant before slowly rising to her feet and looking down at him with disdain. Her melodious voice carried a chill, "Are you finished?"
Noticing her displeasure, Alexander cast a contemptuous glance at her stomach. "And one more thing, before the wedding, I expect you to get a check-up. After all, your private life is a mess, and I don't want to catch any diseases..."
Before he could finish, Kaitlyn raised her hand and splashed the untouched cup of milk across his face. "I'm looking for a stepfather for my child, not two sons for myself. Who do you think you are?"
The sticky white liquid dripped down Alexander's face as he gaped in shock, "You..."
Kaitlyn slammed the money for the milk on the table and walked away, her back straight and elegant, her butterfly bones delicate and sexy. She took a tissue to wipe her delicate fingers, tossing it into the trashcan with a graceful arc as she neared the door.
After leaving the cafe, Kaitlyn was crossing the street while talking on the phone. "Auntie, you're screwing me over! How could you introduce me to such a weirdo?"
"Make the best of it," came the voice of a middle-aged woman from the phone, "After all, who from a proper family would want a woman who got pregnant before marriage like you? Besides, Mr. Smith is now an engineer earning a hundred thousand a year. How is he not good enough for you?"
Kaitlyn turned pale with anger, her fingers tightening around the phone. Just as she was about to respond, a dark black Bentley suddenly swerved past her.
Unaware, she collided with it straight on.
"Ah!"
Her high heels twisted, and she fell to the ground, her phone flying out of her hand.
Kaitlyn instinctively braced herself with her hands, relieved that her stomach was safe. Just as she was about to stand up, the Bentley in front of her came to a stop.
The dark rear door was scratched by the metal on her bag.
Kaitlyn felt sick to her stomach. This kind of luxury car would cost a fortune even for a simple paint job, right?
As her mind was in a daze, the rear door of the Bentley opened, revealing a pair of straight, tall legs clad in black trousers. He picked up her phone and held out the thin champagne-colored device with his clean, slender fingers.
A warm and dignified voice sounded above her head, "Where did you hit? Can you get up?"
Kaitlyn looked up instinctively and caught the man's eyes, which held a subtle concern. And that handsome face, with a smile hovering on his lips, made her feel strangely unnerved.
