CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: GETTING TWO WOMEN PREGNANT AT THE SAME TIME

Timothy Cohen stood by the car and spoke cautiously. "Boss, perhaps Madam didn’t understand what you meant. Should I go invite her over?"

"No need. Drive!" the man’s deep voice was coldly indifferent.

Timothy Cohen didn’t dare say another word. He got in the car and drove away.

As the car slowly passed the slender figure on the roadside, a cold sneer came from the back seat.

"Did I not feed you? Can’t even drive the car properly?"

Beads of sweat formed on Timothy Cohen’s forehead. He had just stepped on the gas when a large box was thrown into the front from the back.

"Go throw it out."

Timothy quickly slowed down. He turned his head and saw a cake box wedged between the seats, and his expression faltered. "Boss..."

Jenson Forrest leaned back against the seat, his cold eyes narrowing as he shot Timothy a look. "She doesn’t want it. I’m sure the stray cats and dogs on the street aren’t picky."

Steeling himself, Timothy Cohen got out of the car and tossed the cake box onto the roadside.

Just then, Zinnia Lawrence walked over. Timothy quickly lowered his voice. "Madam, it was the Boss’s order."

The Boss is dead set on digging his own grave, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

Zinnia lowered her eyes. It was a Black Swan cake that cost thousands. She felt that in Jenson Forrest’s eyes, being Mrs. Forrest made her no different from this cake: luxurious on the surface, but easily discarded and not worth a second thought.

She bent down and picked up the cake.

Inside the car, Jenson Forrest watched this scene in silence, a faint smirk playing on his thin, sharp lips. The smirk widened as he saw Zinnia walking toward him with the cake.

He raised a hand to the handle, about to open the door for her, but Zinnia walked straight to the front of the car instead.

Jenson Forrest’s brow furrowed slightly as he watched the woman stop and meet his gaze through the windshield.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, then lifted the lid and smashed the cake against the windshield.

The frosting smeared across the glass, slowly sliding down and obscuring Jenson Forrest’s view.

Zinnia swung a long leg up, kneeling on the hood of the car. She leaned forward, dipped her fingers in the cream, and began to draw on the glass.

An ice-pick-like gaze shot out from the back seat, but Zinnia only sneered.

Where did that bastard get the confidence to think she’d obediently hop into his car just because he beckoned?

A roar suddenly filled the air as a young man in a black leather jacket pulled up on a motorcycle. He propped the bike up with one long leg, pushed up the visor on his helmet, and looked over.

Whoa, what a badass beauty. Using a ten-million-dollar windshield as a canvas.

Zinnia tossed her hair and met his gaze. With her dark hair, red lips, and shimmering, bright eyes, she was stunningly, vividly beautiful and cold. The whistle the young man was about to let out died in his throat.

Damn, a ten-million-dollar car isn’t worthy of a face like that.

The thought had barely formed when the beauty jumped off the car and swung a long leg over the back seat of his motorcycle.

"Let’s go," Zinnia said, patting his shoulder.

In that instant, the young man felt like the chosen one, filled with the soaring ambition of having triumphed over a ten-million-dollar luxury car. He shot a coolly defiant middle finger at the man who was just pushing open his car door to get out.

"A regular Thelma & Louise road escape. I like this plot," the young man said to Zinnia before flipping his visor down. "Miss, hold on tight!"

Zinnia wrapped her arms around his waist. With a ROAR, the motorcycle shot off like a bolt of lightning, vanishing in an instant.

Jenson Forrest stepped out of the car, catching only a glimpse of the fluttering corner of the woman’s dress.

The entire sequence took thirty seconds at most. A stunned Timothy Cohen ran out onto the road, swallowing hard as he stared at the minimalist yet remarkably lifelike drawing of a turtle on the windshield.

Why are there three green hairs drawn on this turtle’s head? What does a green-haired turtle even mean?

"Does it look good? Is it funny?" a voice asked from behind.

Timothy answered instinctively. "Yeah, it’s..."

He turned his head and saw Jenson Forrest, who looked like he was radiating an arctic chill, and immediately fell silent, trembling.

"Boss, I’ll take care of it right away."

Timothy Cohen retrieved cleaning tools from the car. But even an all-capable secretary wasn’t omnipotent, and cleaning was definitely not one of his skills. By the time Jenson Forrest had finished his cigarette, Timothy had only succeeded in smearing the cream all over the windshield, rendering it completely opaque.

Jenson Forrest stared at his vexing secretary, and his headache intensified.

Timothy’s shoulders slumped. He felt utterly wronged. My dear Boss, the young missus is hard to please, and you’re terrible at placating her. Why on earth do you insist on provoking her?

「At the entrance of Harmony Community.」

The motorcycle came to a stop.

Zinnia hopped off. She turned to leave, but the young man leaned over and grabbed her arm.

"Hey, Miss, how about adding me on WeChat? We’re escape buddies now, after all."

As he reached for his phone, Zinnia grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and pinned him against the motorcycle. His helmet knocked against the handlebars, leaving the young man momentarily dazed by the sudden move.

Zinnia let go. The young man yanked off his helmet, revealing a head of silver-gray curls and ridiculously handsome features. "Damn, use me and lose me? You won’t even let a guy catch his breath?"

Zinnia was already several meters away. Unwilling to give up, the young man shouted after her, "Hey, I’ll make you a bet! If fate brings us together again, you have to add me on WeChat!"

Without turning her head, Zinnia simply waved. "Thanks."

The young man took that as a yes. His eyebrows quirked, his expression full of untamed defiance. He waited until Zinnia’s figure disappeared before putting his helmet back on, fastening the visor, and riding off against the wind.

When Zinnia walked in, Yara Fairchild was making instant noodles. Zinnia sniffed the air and asked, "Any more?"

Yara went back to the kitchen for another cup. By the time the noodles were ready, Zinnia had returned from her room, having changed her clothes.

In the tiny living room, barely over a hundred square feet, the two sat cross-legged on the rug around a small table. Yara also brought out two bottles of beer. With a slick move, she popped the caps with one hand and passed a bottle to Zinnia.

"Bad mood? Talk to me."

As a dancer, Zinnia was meticulous about her figure and skin, so she normally never touched junk food like this.

Zinnia took the bottle, clinked it against Yara’s, and took a long swig. The cold, refreshing beer washed away some of her frustration. "Crystal’s pregnant. I slapped her, and that bastard Jenson Forrest got my job at the training center taken away."

With those two sentences, Yara’s heart jumped into her throat, then sank, then jumped again. As she processed everything, she crushed the beer can in her hand with a loud CRUNCH. "What the hell is wrong with Jenson? He’s ignoring a gourmet feast because he has to keep thinking about that piece of old, moldy mouse-dropping, Crystal, is that it?! No way, Zinnia, are you sure Crystal’s kid is Jenson’s?"

Zinnia took a couple of bites of noodles but couldn’t taste a thing. She nodded. "It’s almost certain."

Crystal had said as much, and she was wearing the Forrest Family’s heirloom jade bracelet on her wrist. Jenson was so concerned about Crystal and the baby, and he never denied it. What was there left for her to hope for?

"Then leave him! Leave him right now! I hope that scumbag is surrounded by women, riddled with disease, and has countless children that aren’t even his!"

Yara was furious, her heart genuinely aching for Zinnia. Throughout the whole switched-at-birth saga, everyone pitied Crystal for the six years of hardship she’d endured, but no one ever thought about the pain Zinnia felt. At such a tender age, having done nothing wrong, she was thrown from heaven into hell in a single day. There were so many men in the world, yet Crystal, knowing full well that Jenson was Zinnia’s only salvation, still pursued him with such dramatic flair back then. That woman had never had good intentions; she was blatantly trying to steal everything that belonged to Zinnia.

And Jenson—he knew exactly how deep Crystal’s psychological scars on Zinnia were. If he had to have a mistress, Yara wouldn’t be this heartbroken if it had been anyone else. She was so angry she wanted to march into the kitchen and grab a knife, but Zinnia just leaned over and hugged her with a smile.

"It’s for the best. The deeper the cut, the faster you wake up."

Yara’s eyes stung. She wrapped her arms around Zinnia’s shoulders as Zinnia smiled. "Come on, eat your noodles before they get cold."

She lowered her head and twirled her noodles. The smell of the seafood-flavored ramen wafted up, and Zinnia suddenly gagged.

Yara’s expression changed instantly. "Zinnia, you’re not... you’re not pregnant, are you?"

Zinnia froze, her grip tightening on her chopsticks.

The last time Jenson Forrest had asked her to take a pregnancy test, Zinnia had felt rebellious and simply dripped a few drops of water on it instead of actually using it. Her periods were irregular, and she had been feeling nauseous for the past two days. Honestly, she wasn’t so sure herself anymore.

She recalled the night before Jenson left on his business trip. She had been exceptionally clingy, and he had lost some control. She’d spent the entire next morning lying in bed.

Could it be that things got too rough and the condom broke without us noticing?

Zinnia’s face went pale. She put down her chopsticks and stared at Yara.

「Half an hour later.」

Yara snuck back in, wearing a wig from her live streams and heavy smokey-eye makeup. She yanked off the wig. "My disguise was perfect. There’s no way anyone recognized me. Go on, take the test. If Bastard Forrest actually got two women pregnant at the same time, he’s dead meat!"

Zinnia took the pregnancy test Yara had bought and nervously went into the bathroom.

As the first red line appeared on the test stick, Zinnia held her breath.

Impatiently waiting, Yara pushed the door open. "Well? How is it?"