Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 1032 With Me (1)

Harold immediately rushed to hug Stephanie. "I am responsible for it. Don't cry. It's okay."

"What are you responsible for?" Stephanie sobbed.

Harold hugged her tightly and was about to speak. But he turned his head and saw that there was only a red line on the pregnancy test kit on the floor.

He looked down, picked up a kit, and took a closer look.

He heard that Stephanie said, "I'm not pregnant. So you don't need to take responsibility."

Harold looked at her. In the past half month, she had lost a lot of weight and her face had become a lot more haggard. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears. "Why are you crying?" Stephanie saw that the towel wrapped around his hand was blood red. "What happened to your hand?" She looked back and asked in a daze, "You broke my door? How did you get in?"

"The window. I'm fine," Harold said simply, looking down at his hand.

Stephanie stood up. "Did you know that I live here?"

"Yes."

Stephanie no longer asked any more questions and turned to leave.

"Why are you crying?" Harold asked as he grabbed her arm.

He stubbornly wanted to know the answer.

"I do not know." Stephanie's face was extremely pale. She probably caught a cold at night. And she vomited a few times in the morning. She felt that her body seemed to have been hollowed out. She almost exhausted all her strength when she was nervously waiting for the pregnancy test result. So she felt it was hard to stand up from the ground.

"Why don't you go meet him?" Harold asked, looking at her.

Stephanie raised her head. "Who is he?"

"John," Harold said.

"Why should I meet him?" Stephanie asked in confusion.

Harold looked at her in silence.

Stephanie misunderstood his meaning. "Do you want me to meet him? And then am I with him again?"

"It's not what I want," Harold said.

"Why did you ask such a question?" Stephanie asked.

Harold was silent.

Stephanie sighed tiredly. "Off you go. I'm tired and want to rest."

The towel in Harold's hand fell to the ground. Harold's right hand was covered in blood, and the blood beads were dripping down.

Stephanie looked at his hand. She felt sorry but didn't move.

Harold followed her gaze and looked down, saying, "I'll clean it."

Stephanie looked up and wanted to say something. But she did not speak when she looked in Harold's eyes.

He had always been dull and loyal. But at that very moment, his eyes appeared red.

"What's the matter?" It was the first time she saw Harold like this.

Harold suddenly asked, "Why were you crying when you ate fish that day?"

"Did you see me?" Stephanie asked and her heart missed a beat.

Harold was silent, just waiting for her answer.

He knew that she lived here. But he never came to meet her.

Stephanie looked down at the bright red on the white floor tiles. She unconsciously pinched her palm. "I don't know. I forgot it."

"Wendy," Harold called her name.

Stephanie raised her head to look at him.

"If you went to him, I wouldn't follow you," Harold said softly.

Stephanie trembled slightly. She felt wronged and her eyes were extremely hot. She was like a stubborn child, tightly pursing her lips and not speaking.

Harold finished speaking and walked out.

Stephanie suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Tears came down her face and she could not help but ask a question that she wanted to ask for a long time. She was full of grievances. "Do you like her or me?"

Harold was stunned as if he did not understand.

"Why did you come to me?" Stephanie asked, choking with sobs.

"It is unsafe that you live alone..." Before finishing speaking, Harold was rudely interrupted by Stephanie, "Rubbish!"

Her face was full of tears. And the mole in the corner of her eyes was also faintly red. She stared at Harold like that and said with a lump in her throat, "I am not a task assigned to you by Miss Emily. You have no obligation to take care of me."

"It's not an obligation," Harold said in a low voice.

"Then what is it?" Stephanie looked up at him. Her eyes were covered by watery light. She looked soft and beautiful. "If it's not an obligation, what will it be?"

Harold seemed to know what Stephanie wanted.

He suddenly remembered the auntie's words in a porridge shop. "Go coax her. Girls like to hear something sweet. You say something she likes and she will not be angry. She'll go home with you the next second."

What did Stephanie like to hear?

"You are very beautiful," Harold suddenly said.

Stephanie, who was crying vigorously, was stunned.

"The dishes you cook are delicious," Harold added.

Stephanie was speechless.

Harold said, "Your movie is very good."

Stephanie was confused.

"I like you."

Stephanie was surprised.

As Harold spoke these words, he suddenly remembered a question that Emily had asked. "For example, other women are around you, and then... And then is she jealous?"

Combined with the question Stephanie had asked. "Do you like her or me?"

Harold was stunned.

He thought, 'Is Stephanie jealous?'

'Why is she jealous?'

'No, she didn't run away from home because of John, but because she was jealous.'

Harold could no longer stop thinking.

Harold suddenly remembered that Mr. Spencer disliked the dishes Stephanie cooked and kept eating the fish he roasted. At that time, Stephanie deliberately took a bite of the roasted fish and said disdainfully, "It's bad."

So, did she cry when she ate the fish because of him?

Stephanie had wiped away her tears. "You're lying. You used to say it in the opposite way. I don't believe you."

Harold nodded. "Yes. In the opposite way."

Although Stephanie knew the truth, she was injured. She turned and walked out.

Harold grabbed her and gently pulled her into his arms.

"But one sentence is true."

He did not say which sentence it was.

Stephanie also did not want to know which sentence it was. She did not want to see him again.

But being held by him, she turned all her grievances into tears coming down wildly.

She gritted her teeth and didn't want to cry. But she couldn't control herself.

For the past half month, she had almost been driven crazy by the demons in her heart.