My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 540 - Lilia And Jean’s Final Decision

The man's eyes darkened, he lifted Lilia's chin with his fingertips. Tears suddenly fell down on the back of his hand and burned his heart.

He twisted his brows hard, then wiped his wife's tears from the corner of her eyes and sighed. "You really want to keep it?"

Lilia pursed her lips and nodded silently.

She wanted to keep it, she wanted to see what her child's face would look like. Would they take after her or her husband?

Lilia wanted to feel what it was like being pregnant since she wanted to have children with him. She wanted to hug her child gently in her arms though she never knew their existence before this.

"This kid has been in me all the time. They've never been noisy and I've never had morning sickness, this kid is so kind..." Lilia's eyes were filled with tears. The more she muttered, the more it broke her heart.

Jean didn't want to see her cry the most, so he hugged her tightly and caressed her back as if he wanted to comfort her after making such a difficult decision. He croaked, "Don't cry, we can definitely make it through together."

Lilia fell on his shoulder, closed her eyes and choked in silence.

Like all mothers in the world, she only wanted this child.

She didn't know she'd find out about her child this way. But like all mothers, of course she didn't want to give it up.

Lilia was silent for a long time, her heart was mixed. After a while, she seemed to have managed to fool herself again and said cheerfully, "I just want the best for our child. My uncle said that I can hear the fetal heartbeat in one month.

"Can I wait until then to make a choice? Medical treatments nowadays are very advanced, and I only cut my forehead when I fell, maybe my eyes will heal in two days," she added.

"It's okay, I trust your decision."

The man couldn't help but say more, he didn't want to continue the topic of aborting the child again.

Since his wife wanted to keep their child, he would respect her decision to the end.

He hugged her for a while and then fed her calmly.

Jean didn't say anything further, but he knew it wouldn't be easy for Lilia to get rid of the burden weighing down her heart.

...

After breakfast, Lilia laid down with her eyes closed. She turned her back so that Jean wouldn't see the tears streaming down her face.

Could her eyes recover soon?

The man was standing on the spot, watching her as he continued to think. He could not bear to see his wife suffer.

The corners of his lips pursed stiffly, his eyes stared at her deep either with regret or rage from what happened to her.

Seconds later, he turned and walked out to the flowerbed downstairs then lit his cigarette.

The sun was shining brightly. The man was still wearing his knee-length coat because he had been up all night. Even though his brows were a little tired, it didn't erase his good looks and grace.

He couldn't bear to see her suffering, nor could he bear to see her tears.

Nonetheless, Jean decided to follow Lilia's will.

After a while, the man took out the cellphone from his trouser pocket. Even though he was looking forward, his thumb continued to rub against the phone's screen.

It seemed like he was hesitating about something.

But, in just a few seconds, he lowered his eyelids, opened his contact list and looked for a few numbers that he hadn't called in a long time.

The number was long, but it was not a domestic number.

After three calls, the phone was picked up. The voice of the interlocutor was low and hoarse, and it was full of drowsiness.

"Tell me what you want!" The reply was brief and clear, arrogant and fierce.

Jean squeezed his cellphone, his handsome expression remained indifferent. He looked at the distance and answered equally curtly, "I'm in Surabaya."

After a shocking silence, a sound of sinking breath could be heard from across. "Huh? I'll get ready then!"

"Come as soon as possible!"

Four simple words, with a strong sense that the other person would understand what he meant, the man hung up on him.

And so their call ended.

Jean sighed softly. He stared at the screen of his phone's dimming screen in his hand, his thin lips curved into a light smile.

The man wasn't playing any game when he decided to reach out to someone across the ocean.

He thought that after returning to Surabaya, all the things abroad would have been completely resolved.

But either way, he couldn't bring Lilia into danger.

He didn't dare to take the risk even though there was only a little chance.

So he could only call that person!

Standing on this sunny day, the curved corners of his lips gradually narrowed.

He stood in the same place for a long time, his cold eyes seemed to melt at the warm sunlight.

...

Half an hour later, the man returned to the room.

When he entered the door, he saw Lilia sitting on the bed, staring out the window blankly.

He sighed silently, put his coat at the foot of the bed and gave her a hug. "What are you thinking?"

Lilia's eyes were slightly red and swollen. She sniffed and smiled forcefully. "I was thinking whether our child will take after you or me."

The man felt his heart was stabbed after hearing his wife said that. He smoothed Lilia's messy hair on her forehead, then gently caressed her soft eyelids with his thumb. "If you insist on keeping it, I will support you. I just don't want you to be in pain because of your choice!"

Lilia bit the corner of her mouth, she looked displeased. "Then never tell me to abort my baby again."

"Well, I'll never talk about it again. Keep it."

"Really?" Lilia was in disbelief, she slowly put her hand on her lower abdomen. "I am the mother of this child, I just want to meet my baby. If you take advantage of my poor health and secretly ask the doctor to abort it, I… I will divorce you!"

The man couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, he squeezed his cheek gently. "When did I do something you didn't want?"

Lilia then snorted with a grin. "I never even thought about separating from our baby. Who poisoned your mind to abort it?"

"Well, everything was my fault," the man moved his hand from her lower abdomen to her lips and kissed her.

Lilia saw his serious expression and blinked. "Then, this is the last time. I don't want to hear anymore, otherwise I will be very angry. If I hear it again, I'll take my child with me and run away from home. And you're going to regret it I swear!"

Jean shook his head and laughed. "Oh, does Mrs. Wijaya warn me? Very well then,"

With this, Lilia had chased away the dark clouds in her mind and let the sun shine on her again.

Even if there was still a hint of doubt hidden in her heart, it wouldn't be worth the struggle this child was having.

She leaned back in her husband's arms to calm her mind, then asked after a while, "Did you see my cell phone?"

"It has radiation from its signal, what do you want to do?" Jean said.

Lilia grabbed his fingertips and forcefully teased, "Just now, you asked me to kill our child and now you're saying that you are worried about cellphone radiation? I just want to see the situation on the Internet. I want to see what kind of reaction my company agency will have."

"Your company's official account has released their statement." After the man finished talking, he saw Lilia pouting a little. He couldn't stand it, so he took his cell phone out of his pocket. "Ten minutes."

Lilia smiled, she immediately took the phone. "Alright!"

Near the bed, the man looked at her side face with soft eyes. Then he lowered his eyelids and smiled a little.

At this time, Lilia opened social media and browsed through the hot search page.

The news that she and William were injured was still a trending topic.

Even Aphrodite Agency was also in the hot search.

Lilia wasn't worried about the content, she clicked on the hashtag #Aphrodite Agency.

The following tagged posts showed an indifferent statement that her agency had made, and so it angered many of her fans. They came at them with all kinds of taunts and slanders.

Her fanbase was always extraordinary.

In just one night, the official Aphrodite Agency account had disabled the comments section under their posts.