Chapter 324: I Won’t Die from Eating Fewer Meals

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Hilla couldn’t help reminding Halle when she noticed Horton’s eager look while staring at the well.

“Halle, it seems like you have no choice but to give birth to a second child.” Of course, Horton wanted it to happen as well.

Halle blushed at Hilla’s words. She peeked at Horton and said softly, “I doubt it’ll work!”

“If it didn’t work, why would so many people come here?”

Hilla said with a smile. Her face was full of hints.

Horton’s intention was clear enough, but would Halle be indifferent to it? “I think if Emily has a younger sibling, she won’t feel lonely.”

Hilla’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was clearly heard by Horton and Emily, who were just beside them.

Horton had been eavesdropping with full attention ever since Hilla mentioned the word “second child”, which disturbed his mind.

Was Halle going to have a second child with him?

He had treated Emily as his daughter. But if Halle was willing to make a baby with him, he’d be more than happy.

As for the little fellow in his arms, when she heard Hilla’s words, she turned her head and stared at Halle with her black eyes. “Mom, I want a younger sister.”

Her two cousins liked grabbing her hair. Her precious hair, which wasn’t large in number, had been torn off a few.

Brothers would be mischievous, she wanted a younger sister!

“Emily!”

Halle was stunned and blushed at the child’s casual words. Horton was also looking at her, his eyes full of expectation.

Halle was a little flustered. She turned around and glared at Hilla angrily. “What the hell are you talking about?”

They could have discussed this matter privately, why did she bring it up in front of everybody?

Halle was angry and annoyed, and she felt that when Horton looked at her, she had almost forgotten to breathe.

They had treated each other like a guest ever after getting married. Thanks to Horton’s leg injury, they’ve got slightly closer over the last couple of days. Yet it was

too still too soon to talk about having a second child.

They shouldn’t have followed Margaret’s travel plan. What kind of place was this?

Horton was a little bit disappointed. He smiled and said, “This statement is obviously a lie. How can there be such a divine well? Besides, we already have Emily.”

Horton looked at Emily, who looked pink and tender in his arms, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He already had a daughter!

Hilla pursed her lips speechlessly and thought, “You looked so excited just now as if you were gonna throw yourself into the well. And now you pretend that you don’t care. Guys are two-faced.”

Fortunately, Emily was his daughter indeed. Otherwise, Hilla would have thought that Horton was too perfunctory.

“So you don’t want any more children in the future? Since you have Emily now.”

Hilla held back her laughter and looked at Horton tentatively. Seeing his uncomfortable face, she almost wanted to tell him the real identity of Emily. But it would be more meaningful if Halle told him herself.

She felt a bit weird though. Hadn’t Halle told Horton about Emily after all this time? Based on what she knew about Halle, she should have done it!

The only possibility was that Halle did, but Horton did not believe it.

If that was the case, then it was neither because Horton didn’t trust Halle nor he was stupid.

Horton looked at Halle nervously. He was flustered by Hilla’s question. If Halle was willing, he certainly hoped that they could have their children. Although he liked Emily and would not feel wronged, he…

“I will listen to Halle.”

Horton coughed awkwardly and did not feel that his words were too embarrassing.

Hilla burst into laughter, almost clutching her stomach and rolling on the ground.

This man was too good at pretending.

“Halle, he said he would listen to you. Do you want a baby?”

Halle didn’t expect that the question would come back to her. She glared at Hilla angrily, and then looked at Horton, biting her lips.

Halle hesitated for a while before announcing her answer. During that time, Horton was nervous as hell, and his hands were full of sweat.

“Of course, it depends on both of us. How do I make a baby myself?”

Wasn’t Horton a doctor? He should know better about birth-giving.

And if Horton was eager to have a child, why didn’t he say anything? They were

already married. Was he waiting for his wife to bring it up?

“Halle, you agreed!”

Hilla yelled in disbelief. Halle had always been a reserved person. She thought that Halle would run away in embarrassment. But she didn’t. Instead, she was blushed, delighted. What was going on?

Halle’s reply was not only unexpected to Hilla, even Bruce, who was beside her, was slightly surprised.

“Alright, just take it easy. Let’s take a look at other places.”

Halle didn’t directly answer Hilla’s question. She quickly turned around and left, leaving behind her husband who was still in a trance, standing in the same place with a dreamy expression.

“Are you too happy hearing Halle want to have a child with you?”

Hilla frowned and poked at Horton, who was frozen. It was just a child. Did he have to be so happy? It was not the first one anyway.

Then she took over Emily from Horton’s arms and walked towards Halle.

She wanted to ask Halle if she meant what she just said.

Did they seriously want a second child?

Bruce glanced at Horton with disdain and said indifferently, “Are you really stupid?”

Horton snapped back to his senses and glanced at Bruce, said earnestly, “It sounded too good to be true.”

“Are you waiting for me to kick you?”

Horton sneered and tidied up his dirty collar that Emily had grabbed. There was even saliva with the smell of candy on it, but Horton felt extremely sweet.

This was a cute print left by his daughter’s little claw. And soon, he would have more than one print.

Horton smiled happily and glanced at Bruce frivolously with an eyesore of pride.

In terms of having a second child, he was bound to surpass Bruce in speed.

“I also think that this spring water is useless. Let nature take its course, we can’t force it.”

Bruce smirked. His dark eyes carried a trace of mockery as he casually teased, “It’s good to let nature take its course. As for forcing … I’m afraid you can’t force it now even if you want.”

“A man who couldn’t even climb onto his wedding bed, what qualifications do you have to be pompous in front of me!”

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Margaret sat obediently at the dining table. She had checked her phone a few times and was sure that Hilla hadn’t replied to her messages. She sighed and looked up, then saw Julian coming out of the kitchen with rice in his hands.

“Why do you have to do it yourself? Wouldn’t it be easier to hire a servant?” It seemed like he cared little about his status.

Margaret glanced at the dishes on the table and felt that Julian was pretty good at cooking.

However, it was said that the face was the index of the heart. Only people with love could cook delicious food.

Julian didn’t have a pure heart. The dishes he cooked were probably just for show. “Doing housework is a good way to change the mood.”

Julian took off his apron and sat down on the chair beside Margaret. He picked up a piece of fried fish and put it on her plate.

He glanced at her. “Hilla said that you like this dish the most. Try it and see if it’s palatable,” said Julian, sounding placid.

Margaret stared at the tender fish on the plate, frowned.

She wasn’t eager to try it. And Julian’s cooking looked dubious.

She had reasons to believe that Julian had hidden a fishbone in it. Maybe it could kill her in one bite.

If she was murdered, no one would suspect.

After all, she wouldn’t be the first person to die this way!

“Hilla told you this? You two still keep in touch?”

Margaret became alert.

She had thought that since Hilla was with Bruce every day, Julian would have no chance.

Margaret had forgotten that nowadays people got the internet. And cheating was easier than ever.

Julian didn’t notice the strange expression on her face as he continued to put food into her plate.

“We don’t contact much, just once in a while, to see how life is.”

“What did you talk about?”

Margaret moved closer to Julian, her face full of curiosity.

Julian stopped what he was doing. His gaze fell on the beautiful little face in front of him. He lowered his head calmly and leaned closer to her.

“How do you think?”

Their lips were close enough. It would become a kiss if one of them moved forward for a slight bit.

Julian’s burning breath hit her face, but Margaret didn’t notice it.

“How am I supposed to know that? You can’t be talking about me anyway!” said Margaret, sounding a little bit disappointed.

Even if they did, it must be Julian speaking ill of her.

“Yes, we talked about you!”

Julian raised his head, withdrew his gaze from Margaret’s face, and began to eat elegantly.

Margaret thought, “I knew it.”

“Anyway, Hilla won’t believe you. She is more in love with Bruce than with you.”

Seeing Margaret become serious, Julian lost appetite.

With a serious expression, he said, “It seems like that you feel there is something between me and Hilla.”

“Feel? Do you think I didn’t know anything? I saw you two dating in the yard when Bruce was still in a coma. I saw it with my own eyes. Don’t try to deny it.”

She had the evidence and she kept it carefully. But it was ruined by Hilla.

She liked Hilla very much though and was happy for the Anderson family now that Bruce and Hilla were in love. But she just couldn’t forget what she saw that night.

That was why she couldn’t accept Julian.

Looking at her solemn expression, Julian frowned.

He tried to remember what had happened that day. But years had passed, it wasn’t easy to recall.

She saw it? Julian seemed to remember it. He was invited to the Anderson’s by Bruce back then. It seemed to be the welcoming party for Miss Anderson, who had just returned from abroad.

He didn’t expect the coincidence though. At that time, he felt that he owed Hilla something. She had married into the Andersons.

After all, the Anderson family was in a mess. It wouldn’t be wrong if he took Hilla away, although it was never his intention.

He had watched Hilla growing up. She was like a sister to him. What was the problem if he cared about her?

Out of everyone’s expectations, Bruce woke up, and Hilla was living a happy life now, which was good news. But what if he didn’t get over it?

“Oh, you saw it. So what?”

“So what? Julian, how shameless you are! Hilla had married Bruce at that time. She was his wife no matter he woke up or not. You did that kind of thing and now you want to marry me. Don’t you feel guilty for the Andersons?”

Margaret’s face turned red because of anger. She made a gesture of hugging, indicating what she had seen that night.

“You guys were hugging each other.” she thought.

She saw everything!

“You are such a jerk. I’m not gonna eat the stuff you cooked.”

Margaret glanced at the table full of food. Although they were all her favorites, she would never lower her head under the temptation of delicious food.

She glared at Julian fiercely and got up, walked upstairs.

“Are you sure you don’t want some?”

Julian’s calm voice came from behind. Margaret ignored him.

She had full control of her mouth!

“I’ve already given the servants and chefs three days off. If you don’t want to eat what I cook, you can only do it yourself.”

Margaret, who was standing on the stairs, tilted her body and looked towards him in disbelief.

Julian had already started eating. Seeing this, Margaret was so angry that her chest hurt. “I’d rather starve to death than eat what you cooked.”

She was serious about it.

Moreover, she did not believe that Julian would dare to starve her to death. If she was sick, how would he explain it to the Andersons?

Margaret walked upstairs angrily. Her footsteps were heavy and violent as if she wanted to destroy the staircase. Julian could only frown helplessly.

Then he heard her slam the door.

Inside the room, Margaret turned to the door that had been tightly shut and said rudely, “Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because I’m at your place. I’m a lady of integrity.”

“I’m outstandingly elegant. I won’t die from eating fewer meals. Instead, it’ll be helpful to maintain my figure.”

Margaret sat down in front of the floating window. Looking at the pond outside, she suddenly thought of the fried fish on the dining table.

She believed she could survive.

Eight hours later!

Margaret walked around the room restlessly, then leaned on the door and listened to the sound outside the door. Her delicate fingernails grabbed the door and made a strange sound.

She finally understood now.

Eating fewer meals wouldn’t starve her, but it was enough to drive her crazy!

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