You are heaven and hell

Chapter 3: His Love Is Like Poison

Olivia really thanked whoever had designed the study in the first place at this point; the screen half a foot in front of the desk had managed to block Liam's view, giving her the opportunity to put the photos back in the safe and lock it.

She immediately pulled a book from Liam's desk, then adjusted the demeanor on her face before turning to look up at Liam as his footsteps approached.

"Liam, what are you doing back here? I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd find some books to read."

"The nanny said you weren't in good spirits, and I was worried about you, so I came back."

Liam reached up and captured a strand of Olivia's hair behind her ear, his gaze doting on her, yet out of the corner of his eye, he darted a glance at the safe behind Olivia.

It was a scene that happened to be captured by Olivia.

Her eyes took up another instant of watery mist, and Olivia forced herself to hold it back, biting her lip tightly, the backs of her hands bruised, the book clutched tightly in her hand.

Why hadn't she noticed before? Liam had always been gentle and doting when he looked at her, but there wasn't a hint of happiness in his eyes.

The truth came one after the other, and it came so brutally that at this moment, Olivia really hoped that all of this was a nightmare, that she and Liam would wake up and still be a loving couple, that Liam would be waiting for their baby to be born full-term to see him for the first time.

Instead, now Liam was going to strangle their child with his own hands.

"Liam, I'm begging you, can you wait another month? Can you wait until the baby is eight months old before you have a c-section?"

Olivia's eyes gurgled with tears, and the book in her hand came loose and fell to the floor; she clutched Liam's hand and begged, she prayed, that her husband would turn around; they were truly a legitimate family.

However, Liam shook his head cruelly once again, "Olivia, I'm afraid father won't last that long."

Olivia's hand loosened, her eyes gray.

Liam doesn't care if her baby lives or dies; he only cares if his child, Emma, lives.

She had obviously prayed to him so humbly, but he turned a blind eye.

Baby, I'm sorry; mother tried, but she can't get your father back. Your father doesn't love you, but Mother does, so Mother would never let anyone hurt you.

"Well, that's all there is to this. I'm going to carry you back to your bedroom to rest so that our baby is born healthier, Olivia; you don't know how much I'm looking forward to seeing this baby."

Liam carried her across the room toward the bedroom, Olivia's head leaning where his heart was, and she wanted to take a knife and poke it in and see what his heart was made of and why it was so cold-blooded that he wouldn't even spare his own child.

Over the next two days, Olivia realized that Liam had moved his work back into the house and basically didn't leave the house, calling it taking care of her, but Olivia knew in her heart that it was house arrest in disguise, afraid that the baby in her womb would have any missteps.

This man, he's really scary.

She couldn't stop thinking about how she could escape, and even sleeping at night was a nightmare.

It wasn't until the third day, when she woke up again from her nightmare, that Liam at her side hugged her and spoke soothingly, "Olivia, I know you're worried about the safety of the baby in your tummy. I've asked the doctor, and he said that the father's condition is under control, so it's okay to wait until the baby is eight months old to have the cesarean section."

Olivia gripped Liam's shirt tightly, shock on her face, "Really?"

"Well, really, so just don't get any ideas."

Olivia's hanging heart fell; she didn't know why Liam suddenly changed his decision; maybe he suddenly couldn't stand it anymore; after all, flesh and blood, her child was his child too.