CHAPTER 1: CHAPTER 1: PREPARING FOR PREGNANCY

Forty thousand feet in the air, on a business jet.

The bathroom door opened, and a man walked out wrapped in a bathrobe.

The robe’s belt was tied casually, leaving a few suggestive red marks on his sharply contoured chest.

The long legs beneath the bathrobe were unintentionally exposed as he walked, the thigh muscles robust and powerful.

Julian Fordham never imagined that someone as self-restrained and disciplined as himself would one day do something so wild at ten thousand meters high.

As soon as he came out, he saw the woman lying on the bed, her legs slightly bent, with a pillow under her waist.

Meeting his inscrutable gaze, the woman explained, "Julian, the doctor said this increases the chance of conception."

Julian Fordham lowered his eyes and looked at Victoria Monroe, that flawless face still showing lingering desire, cheeks rosy, eyes misted, her black hair gently spread out on the pillow.

Having been cared for by him for years, Victoria Monroe was both tender and alluring, even without trying to act coquettish, she spoke softly, obediently.

The man slowly leaned down, casting a dark shadow over Victoria Monroe, as he raised his hand to caress her cheek, gently pinching her soft and small earlobe.

His deep, husky voice carried endless seductiveness, "Did the doctor say anything else?"

Recalling the doctor’s words, they had detected her follicles mature and about to ovulate, making these days the optimal time for conception.

That was why she had given him a "surprise attack."

Before she left the industry, Victoria had injured her uterus, and her attempts at getting pregnant for three years had failed.

It took so much effort to get her body back to health, knowing he loves children, Victoria paid special attention to this ovulation period.

Though they were like an old married couple, it was her first time at over forty thousand feet high.

She appeared especially restrained and unable to relax, almost wanting to bury her head in the pillow, "No, that’s all."

She heard the man softly murmur, "Happy third anniversary, my love, and please continue to guide me in the future."

Landing at Orly Airport, Julian Fordham wrapped the woman in a thin blanket to carry her off the plane.

The blanket slipped, revealing a corner, just enough to show the woman’s exposed ankle.

The skin was cold and white, like porcelain, with a shallow red mark on it, appearing incredibly suggestive.

Indeed, the rumors outside were true.

President Fordham was devoted to his wife to an extent that no one could glimpse her true face.

During the days in Europe, Victoria Monroe experienced what extremes truly meant.

Julian Fordham was busy with work, with many engagements during the day.

So she rested in the hotel, and at night, he turned into a wolf.

Pushing her against the bathtub, the sofa, the floor-to-ceiling windows, every place bore traces of the two of them.

For four days and three nights, Victoria Monroe traveled from one city to another with him.

Until the day they returned to their country, she was exhausted in Julian Fordham’s arms, his mischievous hands clasping onto her slender waist.

She wanted to push him away, "Stop it, Julian, I’m tired..."

Hearing her murmur, the man’s low laughter spread by her ear, as he tightened the hands around her waist, eyes filled with a pampering look: "Even if we never have kids in our lifetime, I’ll always love you."

Her neck was cool, the man had placed a necklace on it for her.

He kissed her lips tenderly and reverently, "Victoria, please stay by my side, never leave me."

When Victoria Monroe woke up again, she was already on the big bed at home.

She casually put on a silk nightgown, slipped on soft slippers, and went downstairs, where Aunt Xu had already set up a table full of fine dishes.

"Where’s Julian?" Victoria Monroe glanced around. They returned together, so where could he have gone?

"Sir had engagements and asked me to prepare a nourishing soup for Madam."

Aunt Xu smiled, "Sir really cherishes Madam, he picked a bouquet of Madam’s favorite roses from the flower room, stayed by your side while you slept, and hurriedly left."

Looking at the vibrant flowers on the table, Victoria Monroe held a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

She raised her hand to touch her flat belly; in the past three years, they had faced countless disappointments over having children.

This time, she hoped it wouldn’t end in vain.

She had to conceive this time.

She opened her phone to find a notification of an entertainment news piece, revealing a romance of a third-tier celebrity, suspected of being photographed with a boyfriend visiting her on set.

Victoria Monroe looked at the blurry silhouette of the man, dressed in a suit, and paused for a moment.

Then she shifted her gaze, finding her own fleeting thought amusing.

How could it possibly be Julian Fordham? They were childhood sweethearts for eighteen years, and even if all the men in the world cheated, it would never be him.

After finishing the meal, Victoria Monroe tended to the flowers and plants.

As night fell, Julian Fordham entered the yard in the final beam of sunlight.

The sunlight fell on his ash-grey suit, coating him with a faint halo that made his gentle and jade-like appearance unbelievably handsome.

Who could tell that the two had climbed out from the most downcast mud with their bare hands?

He was noble and unparalleled, with a calm demeanor clearly a graceful and polished president.

Victoria Monroe, dressed in a white dress, dropped the bouquet in her hand and ran towards him.

"Julian, you’re back."

Julian Fordham raised his hand to tousle her hair, "Had a good rest?"

She lightly punched his chest, "You jerk, don’t be so excessive next time."

The man gently kissed her hand at his lips, "Alright, all will be according to my wife’s wishes."

Such a gentle man, how could he possibly betray her?

Victoria Monroe completely put that entertainment news out of her mind.

Following days, Julian Fordham barely stayed at home, frequently going abroad, being extremely busy to take down this major project.

Victoria Monroe’s period had been delayed for three days.

Thinking Julian Fordham was too busy, Victoria Monroe hadn’t told him yet.

She bought several brands of pregnancy tests, testing with anxiety and trepidation.

Three years, ever since her body was injured, she had taken countless medications, had unknown times of fertility treatments.

Again and again of disappointment, she dared not have too much hope this time either.

The few minutes waiting for the result made her anxious and restless.

Once the timer rang, Victoria Monroe quickly opened her eyes towards the pregnancy test.

"Dong dong..." A knock on the door startled Victoria Monroe, causing the pregnancy test to fall from her hand to the floor.