365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 148: If You Don’t Tell, She Won’t Know

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: If You Don’t Tell, She Won’t Know

Timothy Cohen looked aggrieved and said with a pained expression, "Boss, I just wanted your wife to feel bad for you. I mean, you got this injury because of her. If her heart ached with guilt, she would surely reconcile with you. I never expected such a blunder to happen in the ICU..."

Jenson Forrest chuckled again. "Are you trying to take credit?"

Timothy Cohen chuckled. "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. As long as you let me get back to your side and serve you, Boss, I’ll be content."

Seeing he still dared to act cheeky, Jenson Forrest scoffed. "My wife is pregnant, and the last thing a pregnant woman needs is a scare. Luckily, nothing serious happened. Otherwise, if you ruined my chance of becoming a father, I’d have you thrown into the sea!"

Jenson Forrest’s words were harsh, but his tone and expression were a different story entirely. The emphasis fell heavily on "becoming a father," his voice laced with suppressed pride.

After a moment of shock, Timothy Cohen immediately lit up with joy. "Madam is pregnant? That’s wonderful!"

"My wife is pregnant. Why are you so ecstatic?" Jenson Forrest’s eyes darkened slightly.

He recalled being at the ICU entrance, unable to calm his wife down no matter how he coaxed her. Yet, just a few words from Timothy Cohen had done the trick. At the thought, Jenson Forrest’s narrow eyes narrowed into slits.

Timothy Cohen felt as if his boss’s gaze were a blade slicing at him. A chill ran up the back of his neck, and he quickly explained, "I’m happy for you, Boss! Now that she’s pregnant, Madam definitely won’t leave you again..."

Jenson Forrest scoffed. "So you’re saying my wife is only staying with me because I got her pregnant?"

Timothy Cohen was speechless. Whether she’s staying because of the baby or not, don’t you know the answer better than anyone, Boss?

But he didn’t dare say that out loud. He quickly shook his head and voiced another concern. "Boss, Claire Cohen was stalking you for days, and you let her succeed. You’re going to such great lengths to make Madam stay. If she finds out about this, won’t she be furious...?"

Claire Cohen had been stalking Jenson Forrest for more than a day or two, and they had already discovered she was in the mid-to-late stages of pancreatic cancer and didn’t have long to live. But Jenson Forrest not only didn’t increase his security, he deliberately gave her an opening. Timothy Cohen had previously assumed his boss was confident he wouldn’t get hurt, but when he heard Jenson had been stabbed by Claire, he finally understood.

Jenson must have been waiting for Claire to make her move. Otherwise, how could he have been stabbed in a way that so conveniently avoided any vital organs? It looked dangerous, but it wasn’t a serious injury. The self-injury ploy had been perfectly executed.

This isn’t just a man pining for love; this is a man driven by obsession. Even I can’t compare to that level of crazy.

Jenson Forrest stared at Timothy Cohen, his eyes narrowing as he said coldly, "If you don’t say anything, she will never know."

A chill ran down Timothy Cohen’s spine. He immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to say another word.

After retrieving Jenson Forrest’s angiogram, Zinnia Lawrence headed toward the inpatient building. As the elevator doors opened, she bumped into someone.

Zinnia Lawrence instinctively raised a hand to her abdomen. "I’m sorry..."

"I’m sorry," the other person said at the same time.

When Zinnia Lawrence looked up, she saw that she had accidentally bumped into another pregnant woman. The woman already had a noticeable baby bump and was also touching her stomach.

The synchronized movement created a silent understanding, and they both broke into knowing smiles. The woman, who had a kind face, spoke first. "You’re pregnant too, dear?"

Zinnia Lawrence nodded. "I’m just over three months, so I’m not showing yet. You look like you must be five or six months along?"

"Not even five months yet, actually," the woman replied.

Zinnia Lawrence’s mouth fell open in surprise as she stared at the woman’s belly, which was already the size of a small watermelon. A flicker of worry crossed her face. Why is my Coco still just a tiny sprout?

The woman was amused by her expression and said conversationally, "I can tell you’re young and don’t have experience with this yet. Don’t be fooled by how slim you are now. Once you’re past the first three months, your belly will start growing fast. It’s like it changes every single day, just like inflating a balloon."

Zinnia Lawrence nodded, a little dazed. She caressed her own belly, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "Oh, I see. Thank you for sharing your experience with me."

"Don’t mention it. I have to rush to work now. Bye!" The woman waved and walked away.

Zinnia Lawrence turned to say goodbye but stopped. The smile on her face froze when she saw two people standing a few steps away: Crystal Sutton and Rose Lowell.

Rose Lowell was supporting Crystal Sutton, who was wearing a loose hospital gown that couldn’t hide the slight curve of her belly. Pregnancy had not softened Crystal Sutton’s features; her eyes were locked onto Zinnia Lawrence’s abdomen.

Her gaze felt like a venomous snake coiling around its prey. Zinnia Lawrence frowned, instinctively crossing her hands protectively over her stomach.

"Sister, you’re pregnant? Congratulations!" Crystal Sutton’s face instantly broke into a delighted smile, as if she were genuinely happy for Zinnia Lawrence.

All of Zinnia Lawrence’s good mood evaporated at the sight of her. Not wanting to get entangled with Crystal Sutton, she averted her gaze, turned, and entered the elevator alone.

To her dismay, Rose Lowell and Crystal Sutton followed her in. Zinnia Lawrence frowned and shifted away, trying to keep her distance.

But Crystal Sutton wouldn’t let it go. She smiled and said, "Sister, your belly isn’t showing yet. It looks a bit smaller than mine. When our babies are born, yours will have to call mine ’big brother.’" She stroked her stomach. "Darling, in the future, you’ll have to play nicely with your little brother or sister, okay?"

Crystal Sutton’s words had that same familiar, cloying tone, and Zinnia Lawrence felt nothing but disgust. She waved a hand in front of her nose. "This green-tea act is so strong. Crystal Sutton, can’t you come up with a new formula? You might not get tired of saying it, but I’m tired of hearing the same unoriginal lines."

Crystal feigned surprise and said with a hurt expression, "Sister, what do you mean? I genuinely want our children to get along. By the way, does Jenson know you’re pregnant?"

Zinnia Lawrence retorted coldly, "You’re saying all this just to upset me. But is the child in your belly really Third Brother’s? Do you really think you can still get a rise out of me? Stop wasting your energy. I’m getting secondhand exhaustion just watching you."

Crystal Sutton put on a wronged expression, and Rose Lowell, supporting her, frowned at Zinnia Lawrence. "Miss Lawrence, your words are too sharp. My Crystal is greeting you with a smile. Why must you be so aggressive?"

Zinnia Lawrence’s gaze turned cold. "How did you get out of the police station? Does someone convicted of defamation have any right to stand here and preach morality to others?"

Rose Lowell had only been bailed out that morning, and not without considerable effort. Remembering the days she spent in custody, she wanted nothing more than to tear Zinnia Lawrence and Yara Fairchild to pieces. But she’d learned her lesson; Zinnia was much harder to deal with than she had anticipated, and she didn’t dare make a reckless move.

Rose Lowell bit her lip and remained silent. Crystal Sutton, however, sighed. "Sister, I begged Jenson for mercy. That’s the only reason he let Rose go. Just think about it. If Jenson hadn’t given the word, how would the police have dared to grant her bail?"

Zinnia Lawrence’s heart sank, because she knew it was true. In Veridia, if Jenson Forrest wanted to suppress someone, that person would never get a chance to recover.

Seeing Zinnia Lawrence lower her gaze in silent discomfort, Crystal Sutton felt a surge of satisfaction. "Sister, the problems between us adults shouldn’t be passed down to the children. When they’re born, I’m sure they can get along well. Don’t you want your baby to have an older brother as a playmate?"

Zinnia Lawrence looked up, a cold smirk playing on her lips. "Stop trying to claim connections where there are none. You insist on calling me ’sister,’ and now you want your child to inherit your thick skin? Have you asked him if he even wants to learn your pathetic little green-tea act?"

Crystal Sutton’s nails dug into her palm, but she kept a smile on her face. "How is that claiming connections? Sister, why don’t you go back and ask Jenson? See if he would want the baby in your belly to call my child ’big brother.’"

She spoke with absolute confidence and certainty. Lifting her chin slightly, her eyes glinted with triumphant provocation.

The thought of her own child calling Crystal Sutton’s baby ’brother’ made Zinnia Lawrence’s brow furrow. Just what is the real story behind Crystal Sutton’s child...?