CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: VICTORIA, LET’S HAVE A CHILD OF OUR OWN

She heard a faint sigh: "Victoria, every time we play hide and seek, you like to hide in the closet."

She understood him, and how could he not understand her?

He could guess where she was based on habit without much thought.

As the closet door slowly opened and light poured in, Julian Fordham’s tall, lean figure came into view.

He looked down at Victoria Monroe curled up like an innocent kitten, her large eyes brimming with tears.

He slowly leaned down, reaching out to wipe away her tears at the corner of her eyes, "Victoria, be good, don’t cry."

Victoria Monroe slapped his hand away fiercely, "Don’t touch me!"

Seeing her intense reaction, Julian Fordham squatted down to meet her gaze, trying to communicate properly with her.

"Victoria, I was wrong about the past; I shouldn’t have treated you that way. Let’s have our own child, okay?"

Julian Fordham looked at her gently. His gentleness used to be sweetness to her, but now it felt like poison.

What seemed like a strong, good-tempered partner was just a facade; underneath was his true nature of pathological obsession.

Victoria Monroe looked at him coldly, "Three years ago, the doctor already said my risk of miscarriage is high."

"You said it’s just a high risk, not a certainty of miscarriage. Besides, you’ve been nurturing your health all these years. What if heaven favors us with a child?"

As he spoke, Victoria Monroe felt a stabbing pain in her heart.

Heaven indeed favored them once, but he didn’t cherish it.

"Julian Fordham, what if I miscarry? You know my body, and any miscarriage would greatly affect me. Are you betting on my health?"

She tried to awake whatever remnants of conscience he had, "If you really love me, let me go, okay?"

His dark pupils stared into her reddened eyes, and he gently asked, "If I let you go, who will let me go? I can’t just watch you and Rhys Hawthorne be together!"

Victoria Monroe slightly furrowed her brow, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be with Rhys Hawthorne?"

Julian Fordham sneered, pulling out a photo of Victoria Monroe adjusting Rhys Hawthorne’s collar.

His voice turned cold suddenly, "Victoria, didn’t anyone ever teach you, married women should keep their distance from other men?"

"Julian Fordham, do I need to remind you that we are already divorced?"

"That divorce certificate hasn’t come through yet; you’re still my wife, Victoria. I don’t want it to be this way, but I truly am out of options."

He bent down to lift her out of the closet, and Victoria Monroe’s hand immediately struck his face.

He took it without flinching, yet he didn’t let go.

Victoria Monroe struggled, but he held her tighter.

"Victoria, I’m sorry. I never meant for you to suffer, but I didn’t realize that Rachel Hayes is the one who truly hurt you. Shouldn’t we at least give it a try?"

"It’s too late. I won’t have a child with you again."

Victoria Monroe stared into his eyes, punctuating every word: "You don’t deserve it!"

Julian Fordham ignored her struggles and insults. "Once we have a child, everything will be just like before."

"Let me go, Julian Fordham!"

Julian Fordham came prepared, leaving her no chance to escape.

He carried her back into the ultrasound room.

The doctor reminded them, "President Fordham, please remove one of the lady’s pant legs and her underwear, too."

Victoria Monroe clamped her legs tightly together, twisting to jump down.

Julian Fordham grabbed her ankle swiftly, forced her legs apart, and pulled her down.

Victoria Monroe’s legs hung down, pressing against his suit pants.

Julian Fordham leaned in close, matching his gaze with her nervous, panicked eyes, and touched her face, "Victoria, we’re just checking the follicle maturity today, no egg retrieval."

"I’ve told you, I won’t undergo any examination, and I won’t give you a child. Give up on this."

The man’s fingertips moved from her cheek to her lips, lightly rubbing them. His gaze flashed with a cold, dangerous glint, "Victoria, don’t provoke me; it won’t do you any good."

Realizing his tone was too harsh, he softened it, "I’m sorry for being harsh again. Just behave yourself; the checkup will be over soon."

Julian Fordham’s distinct fingers slowly moved to her zipper, and Victoria Monroe grabbed his wrist, crying and begging, "Julian Fordham, didn’t you say you wouldn’t hurt me? Why are you forcing me to do something I hate?"

Her tears indeed halted his actions. He pulled her into his embrace like he used to, "Victoria, I don’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted to try and have a child of our own. What if it succeeds?"

He coaxed her like a child, "I love you so much; how could I bear to harm you? Just be good, and we’ll do a quick check."

Victoria Monroe delayed as much as possible, praying, "Rhys Hawthorne, you must find me!"

Historically, whenever she and Julian Fordham had a disagreement, he would coax and lure her, but in the end, she always compromised.

Julian Fordham would definitely persuade her to accept.

Having been gaslit by him in the past, Victoria Monroe now kept a clear mind, refusing to be swayed by him!

The sound of helicopter rotors echoed above the hospital, and Julian Fordham suddenly realized something.

Looking at the woman in his arms who was crying like a little rabbit, his dark pupils flashed with a hint of hostility. He whispered, "Victoria, you’ve disappointed me greatly."

He pushed Victoria Monroe onto the bed, his actions a bit rougher this time.

"Julian Fordham, don’t!"

Julian Fordham grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, intending to pin them above her head. He remembered that night, what he did to her.

He changed his approach, pressing her hands to his chest, using just enough force.

Not too hard, just enough to control her.

Victoria Monroe bit down hard on his wrist, but Julian Fordham refused to let go despite the pain.

She bit down hard, and blood spread between her lips and teeth.

Julian Fordham ignored the bloody wrist, looking at her with deep affection and tenderness, "Bite down; this is what I owe you."

The other slender hand moved from Victoria Monroe’s lower abdomen to the pant zipper, then slowly pulled it down...