Chapter 3My Baby Told Me to Marry a Villain

The early pregnancy symptoms were tormenting me.

I had planned to tough it out, but Dominic turned out to be even more anxious than me.

The next morning, he practically dragged me out of bed and insisted on taking me to his private hospital for a prenatal check-up.

"I'm not going, I'm fine," I protested, struggling.

"Quiet," he commanded in an unquestionable tone. "This child isn't yours alone."

I froze. Was he... willing to accept this child?

My heart fluttered with unease the entire ride.

At the hospital, just as we stepped out of the car, we ran straight into an unexpected pair.

Jasper was meticulously supporting Seraphina, who leaned weakly into his embrace, her face pale, looking utterly fragile and helpless.

Speak of the devil.

"Elara?" Jasper froze when he saw me, then his face contorted into an expression of profound tenderness and pain.

He released Seraphina and hurried toward me.

"Elara, what are you doing here? Is he... is he treating you badly? You look so pale."

As he spoke, Seraphina immediately reddened her eyes, whimpering plaintively. "Elara, don't blame Jasper. He's just worried about you. Are you... are you okay? Mr. Thorne, he hasn't been difficult, has he?"

Her 'innocent' act made my stomach churn with nausea.

"Whether I'm fine or not is none of your concern," I replied, my voice icy.

A flash of pained surprise crossed Jasper's face. "Elara, how can you say that? I know you're still angry with me. But don't worry. I'll find a way to get you out of this mess soon."

As he spoke, he reached out to me, seemingly trying to take my arm. His hypocritical face made me want to throw up.

"Mom! Don't let him touch you! Absolutely not!"

In my mind, the Little One's voice suddenly turned shrill and terrified.

"He has a syringe in his pocket! It's full of high-dose abortion drugs! He wants to inject you with it when he grabs you, then fake an accidental miscarriage and blame everything on Dad!"

My pupils instantly constricted. I gasped, stumbling backward a large step, and bumped into a solid chest.

Dominic had appeared behind me without me noticing. One arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me securely into his embrace.

He noticed my distress. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking down at me, a hint of barely perceptible tension in his voice.

Still shaken, I couldn't utter a word, only clinging desperately to his sleeve.

Dominic looked up, his icy gaze piercing Jasper.

Jasper's hand, still suspended in mid-air, froze awkwardly.

"Mr. Hayes," Dominic began, each word laced with ice, "extending your hand so far, are you trying to interfere with my family affairs?"

Jasper's face instantly turned ashen.

"Mr. Thorne, you misunderstand, I was just concerned for Elara, she looked unwell."

"Concern?" Dominic scoffed. "My wife's well-being is not a matter for strangers to concern themselves with."

He wrapped his arm around me and turned to leave. Just as he brushed past Jasper, he paused, speaking in a voice only the three of us could hear:

"Jasper, control your hands. Next time, I won't hesitate to cut them off for you."

The sheer menace in his voice made even me shiver.

My body was still trembling even after we stepped into the elevator.

Dominic didn't say anything, only pulling me closer.

"Whoa! Dad's so cool! Total boyfriend material!"

"Mom, did you see? That scumbag Jasper's face went completely green! Serves him right! Mess with my mom, and you're dead!"