Angel's Got A Baby

Chapter 42 Know The Truth

Terence shook his head, "What can I do?" Then he forced a smile, which was very dazzling to

Vanessa.

"I'm sorry, Terry told me that day. I will be careful in the future..." Vanessa's last sentence was stuck in

her throat, and Terence suddenly interrupted her...

"There is no need to apologize. I said I had let it go." Terence looked over Vanessa's head at the oil

painting above her and said, "Maybe I'm destined to lose her since I adapted to the Ji family."

Vanessa hurriedly comforted, "If the old don't go and the new don't come, you will definitely find a better

and more suitable one for you. There are still many girls in the world."

Terence looked back at Vanessa's resolute face and muttered, "Yes, there is someone better."

Suddenly, his thin lips curved slightly and he looked at Vanessa with a faint smile.

Vanessa awkwardly moved her face away. When she was about to change the topic, Terence spoke

out what she had always wanted to know.

"Don't you want to know what happened between me and her?" Terence suddenly stood up and walked

towards the oil painting. He stared at it for a while and then took it off. His eyes were still affectionate,

and there was a light that Vanessa couldn't understand.

"She was admitted to the art school in the same year. She loves painting very much. Her dream is to

be a painter." Terence touched the painting gently and said, "But she came to this country with me and

gave up a good chance to be guided by her master there alone."

"I think you should be more curious about why we broke up and why she was sent to prison, right?"

Terence suddenly looked up at Vanessa and said.

Vanessa also stood up and shook her head. "I'm not curious. It's just a pity that I think you..."

"It's not a pity. I believe in fate. It can make two people together go far, and it can also make irrelevant

people bind for a lifetime." Terence suddenly burst into laughter, "Right?" He looked at Vanessa and

asked.

Vanessa nodded. She believed it.

Seeing Vanessa's nod, Terence seemed to be a little happy. There was also some light in his eyes, but

when he looked at the painting, he was still gentle. He said, "So I can understand why Wendy has

changed her mind. At that time, I went out early and came back late, and often quarreled with her. In

fact, she is also a very strong woman. She began to learn to suspect that if I have changed my heart

and even don't love her. "

"But at that time, I was bound too tightly by the Ji family. I was in a bad mood, so I didn't want to talk to

her anymore until... She is pregnant. " Terence smiled bitterly. Vanessa looked at Terence in disbelief,

but what Terence said next overturned her imagination.

"The baby was not mine. I knew, and she knew too. It was the first time I slapped her, but I regretted it.

I begged her to have an abortion. I was willing to choose to know nothing, but she shook her head. "

Terence paused for a while, and the lavender on the oil painting was still blooming. "She said she was

tired, and I was afraid. At that moment, I really panicked, and I could only make concessions. I said I

was willing to help her raise the child, and it didn't matter even if it wasn't mine. I just wanted to keep

her."

Vanessa was shocked to hear that. She wondered how much a man loved his wife to make such a

concession.

"I couldn't find her the second day after work. She only left me the word 'sorry '." Later, Terence felt that

this memory was not terrible or even beautiful, and the last thing he wanted to touch was the latter part.

Vanessa also noticed that. She hurriedly ran to Terence, gently took the painting away and said, "Stop

it. I don't want to know what happened later. It's all over, isn't it?" Vanessa put her hand on Terence's

arm and comforted him.

Terence chuckled and took Vanessa's hand away. He walked to the sofa and said, "Throw it away. It

has been placed for a long time."

Vanessa looked at the painting in his hand. It was a lavender field. There was a girl running forward in

the field, and behind her was a boy playing the violin and looking at her. She believed that the girl was

Wendy, and the boy was naturally Terence.

Unexpectedly, Terence suddenly said, "That's not me."

"What?" Vanessa didn't respond.

"He is the father of her child." Terence smiled, hiding the loneliness in his eyes. He took a sip of water

and looked at the sun outside. "The furniture will be delivered soon. Let me take you to the room first."

"Okay!" Terence had already gone upstairs. Vanessa didn't throw the painting away, but quietly put it

into her suitcase when he was not paying attention.

"Come on in." Terence shouted upstairs.

"Oh, I see." Vanessa hurriedly ran up.

"This is my room. You can change all the furniture except that cabinet." Terence opened the door of a

room.

Vanessa looked around the room and found that it was decorated in the same style as the living room.

The decoration was very neat, which was indeed very similar to the clean and tidy style that Terence

usually gave people.

But hold on, she suddenly realized what Terence meant.

"Where is my room?" Vanessa's eyes widened as she asked. This was the most important question,

okay?

Terence raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if he was looking at a fool. "You seem to have

forgotten why you came here, don't you?"

Vanessa looked up at Terence and said, "You... Really? " Did they have to live in the same room every

day? She couldn't imagine the feeling of lying on the bed with such a big ice cube.

Terence suddenly approached Vanessa, looked down at her eyes and said, "Is it a lie? I'm looking

forward to it. There are rumors that I can't be sexually abstinent. I hope Vanessa can prove it for me in

the future. " He suddenly got close to her ear and blew ambiguously.

"I'm going to check the room." Vanessa moved aside, held her breath and walked away from Terence.

Oh my God! She felt her heart was about to explode. How could they get along with each other in the

future?

Clang! Clang! Clang

Vanessa's phone rang at the right time, calming her down a little. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hello, Terry?"

"Vanessa, I won't give up!" Terry said loudly.

Hearing Terry's voice, Vanessa asked in a hurry, "Where are you now?"

"The Night Palace... I am with Scott and others! " Terry muttered.

Vanessa's heart sank. Didn't she say that he couldn't fool around with Scott and the others? The Night

Palace was not a good place for Terry. Since Terry was her "man", she must be responsible for him to

the end and save the young man at the end.

Terence also came over. Vanessa said in a hurry, "I'm going to the Night Palace to find Terry."

Terence frowned and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"We can't let him fool around with Scott anymore!" Vanessa said through gritted teeth.

"Ha ha..." Terence chuckled and said helplessly, "He is used to being dissolute. Even my mother can't

control him."

"I don't believe it!" Vanessa ignored Terence and kept rushing out, but her arm was grabbed by

Terence.

"Hey, I always want to ask you a question." Said Terence.

"What?"

Terence walked two steps forward to Vanessa, held Vanessa's shoulder and asked, "When did you

become so close to him?"

Vanessa didn't seem to be used to Terence's intimacy. He slightly tilted his body and said, "We used to

live in the same welfare house."

Terence suddenly understood. No wonder Vanessa's impression of Terry was so bad, but she treated

him so differently later.

"Is there any problem?" Vanessa was a little anxious, thinking of what Terry would do on that place.

"Let's go together."

"Okay."

All of a sudden, Terence slowed down his pace. Vanessa turned around and looked at him. She was

confused and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Vanessa, actually I know everything." Terence looked into Vanessa's eyes and said.

Vanessa's eyes subconsciously dodged. She had something to hide from him, but she still held a

glimmer of hope that what Terence meant was not that thing.

"I know why you are here." Terence smiled faintly, but the smile was so faint.

Vanessa's heart skipped a beat. She smiled awkwardly and pretended to be calm. "I've told you a long

time ago. I want to give you a baby."

However, Terence suddenly stepped forward, opened his arms and gently held Vanessa's eyes. He

rested his chin on her shoulder and said softly, "Thank you."

He clearly felt the tremor on Vanessa's body when she heard the words. He continued, "Let's go to see

Kelly together when we have time, okay?"

As soon as Vanessa heard these the name, she only felt a surge of bitterness in the bottom of her

heart. The name hurt her thoroughly every time she heard it. Maybe it was because Kelly's heart was in

her chest at the moment, mixed with her own blood, flowing to her whole body. And the man who was

holding her at the moment was the one the heart owner loved deeply. Perhaps he was telepathized, or

perhaps Kelly was holding him at the moment.

"Are you crying?" Terence let go of Vanessa, only to find that Vanessa's eyes were filled with tears. He

wiped her tears with pity. He knew that there was a Kelly's part of her body.

Kelly had always been his beloved sister.

"Terence, do you know that Kelly..." Vanessa suddenly stopped. She wondered whether Terence should

know about this.

"What's wrong?" Terence wiped the tears from Vanessa's eyes and asked.

"She likes you very much." Vanessa suddenly burst into laughter, just like how Kelly had smiled at her

before.

The last memory Kelly gave her before she died was just like the warm smile that unfolded outside the

window, but it made her cry with pain.

"I know." Terence tried to stop Vanessa from crying. He couldn't tell whether he was giving Vanessa a

chance to fulfill her wish or he just wanted this woman. Maybe both.

But he didn't know when Kelly had such a feeling for him.

"Let's go." Vanessa said, biting her lips and wiping her tears. She was wondering why Terence

suddenly changed his mind. It turned out that he had known the truth.

It was good for her because she felt uncomfortable to hide it from him. But somehow, she felt a slight

sense of loss.