"Abort it," Patrick answered without hesitation. In the end, he added in a cold tone, "You took the medicine last time. Never should you intend to have an illegitimate child to entertain my grandpa."
I curled up the corner of my lips and said with a sad smile, "The contraceptive pills won't be always 100% successful."
My question seemed to make Patrick nervous. He looked at my belly and asked, "Are you pregnant?"
"Take a guess." I looked at him with a calm face as I didn't reveal the answer to him.
Patrick looked at me and did not answer. But there wasn't any joy on his face.
Maybe I wished my baby could have a father strongly. I insisted on asking him, "Do you want to see me pregnant or not?"
He remained silent.
If he didn't admit it, he would be denying it, wouldn't he?
I hid the
