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ONS: Pregnant With CEO's Baby

Jeanne was only 18 years old when her stepmother and step sister framed her and caused her to lose everything. She was thrown out of the house by her father for trying to resist. 7 years later, Jeanne came back for vengeance with a mysterious son by her side—George. People mocked her for being a single mother and called her son a fatherless child. “Who are you calling a fatherless child? You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad,” George threatened. “Lay low, George! Don’t ruin the fun! I haven’t had enough,” Jeanne said as she wanted to enjoy her revenge, leaving the boy speechless. Jeanne later met the infamous Fourth Master Swan at a charity ball. The man with the handsome looks and cold temperament called her to a corner and said, “I like you.” Everyone was shocked, including Jeanne. “I’m a single mother and I have a child. Are you sure you like me?” she said. “I actually… like your child!” Everyone else was shocked when Fourth Master Swan married Jeanne but only his sly self knew that he had gotten not one, but two, important players to this chess game that he was playing.

En's Cozy Haven · General
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1810 Chs

The Birth of Paige

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It should be known that Fourth Master Swan had never been afraid of anything since he was a child.

Now because of Jeanne, he had become so wary.

As time went by, Jeanne's voice became louder and louder.

At first it was just a few grunts.

Thereafter... the screaming grew more miserable.

Dr. Jones just looked at Edward like this.

Watching him clenched his fists, motionless.

The cries in the delivery room were intermittent.

Once there was no sound, Edward would look up at the door.

It was not until the sound came that he relaxed a little bit. Even so, his face was full of worry.

It lasted this way for a long time.

It was past three o'clock in the morning when Jeanne entered the waiting room, and it was dawn now.

Dr. Jones looked at the time, it was past eight o'clock in the morning.

She was still in there, yet there was no cry of a child.

Still, Jeanne's intermittent shouts resounded in the villa.