1659: C1659 Wealthy Marriage 1586

C1659 Wealthy Marriage 1586

She went back to her room. She looked for a pair of shoes, but there were none in the room.

She left the room and walked barefoot down the left hallway, which was wide enough to accommodate three people side by side. The walls were cream.

The road was quiet. She walked forward, cautious and careful.

"You always do. When you decide to go forward, you never look back." Behind him, a faint voice sounded.

She turned around, and her wide skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air. She looked at the man in the wheelchair, "Derek."

Derek sat on the wheelchair, he folded his hands on his stomach and raised his eyebrows, "Should I be happy? You remember my name. "

Ding Yiyi was silent. Her hands couldn't help but stroke her belly. This scene entered Derek's eyes. His eyelids twitched violently.

She watched him turn around, the wheelchair moving unhurriedly along the corridor. She hesitated for a moment, but still followed him.

The wheelchair slowly moved forward. No one spoke until it reached an empty hall. In the hall, the female servants lined up in two rows, with Ali in the lead.

Her face was still as pale as ever, and her chubby cheeks were scornful. She knew that Ding Yiyi was looking at her, so she turned her head away.

Sensing that there was someone from behind giving her a warning, she unwillingly turned around and said, "Young Master." She paused for a moment before unwillingly replying, "Madam Asimaa."

"I'm not your wife," Ding Yiyi said, looking at her. "My name is Ding Yiyi, and I'm sure you've all heard that I ran off with another man."

She didn't know what Derek wanted to do, but she felt that he didn't mean to hurt her, so she wanted to know his intentions.

Ali's pale face looked as if it was covered with a layer of white powder. How could there be such a woman? She was ten thousand times worse than the previous four wives.

Derek's expression did not change at all. The hulk helped him push the wheelchair to the dining table, "Sit."

Ding Yiyi stood on the spot as if her feet were filled with lead. In the end, she slowly walked to the seat furthest from Derek and sat down.

The dishes on the table were very rich, but they were all clean and simple vegetables and fruits. Derek was eating on the sofa, inside the room, there was only the sound of the fork stirring vegetables.

Ding Yiyi ate the vegetables on her plate. Even though she knew that they had been meticulously cooked, she still didn't know what to eat. Soon, her stomach was full.

She looked around and found that the decorations were very similar to the manor, revealing a cold and gloomy feeling. She suddenly thought of Timmer and the lavender.

"How's Timmer?" she said.

Derek's hands slowed down. He glanced at Ding Yiyi and nodded.

Ding Yiyi was a little taken aback. She seemed to see a touch of warmth in his eyes just now? How could this be? He must have seen wrongly. Right now, he hated himself to death, so how could he have that sort of feeling?

She lowered her head and continued to dig at the item in her hand. Not long later, the sound of food coming from the front stopped. The sound of a wheelchair scraping across the carpet could be heard.

She did not raise her head, but listened to the sound of the wheelchair gradually receding. The temperature in her hand was even colder than the fork in her hand.

The wheelchair stopped, and her heart thumped once.

"Welcome back."

This ice-cold, emotionless voice floated in the air. She raised her head and only saw the figure of Derek leaving in a hurry.

Ding Yiyi didn't see Derek again from the time she was kidnapped onto the ship until after lunch. It was as if she had vanished from the world.

At night, she slept in the luxurious and cozy bed. After several days of rolling around in the bed, her mind was still on guard. In a trance, she heard the door open.

Her fists were clenched tight. She opened her eyes and calmly waited, ready to escape at any moment.

She didn't hear the sound of footsteps. Instead, it was the sound of a machine grinding against the soft carpet. Her fist tightened before she let go.

She laid there quietly and felt Derek push the wheelchair slowly towards the bedside.

The wheelchair stopped two or three steps from the bed. She closed her eyes and felt a gaze on her.

Her palms were already soaked in sweat. She wondered if Derek was here for revenge. Ali had once said that he loved betrayal the most.

She was so nervous that she could not help but move, and the quilt slipped from her neck.

This is bad! It occurred to her that she might be noticed, but it would be too awkward to wake up at this time, so she could only keep her eyes closed.

Derek vaguely felt the quilt being picked up gently. He was covering her with the quilt, but suddenly, the quilt seemed to stop in the air. Derek's hands were tugging on the quilt just like that.

In the darkness, the veins in the hand pulling the blanket bulged as he tried his best to restrain his monstrous fury.

After a while, the silk-like quilt covered Ding Yiyi's neck once again, and the sound of the wheelchair could be heard once again.

Ding Yiyi opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the door. The door was already lightly closed, leaving her alone in the darkness.

Since that night, Ding Yiyi never saw Derek again. Even when they were eating, the servant brought her to her room to eat. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Perhaps it was because of Derek's instructions, but the attitude of the servant towards her wasn't too bad. Ding Yiyi could feel that the servant was hostile towards her, especially towards Ali.

On her third day on the ship, she spent every day in boredom. Ding Yiyi gazed out the window at the endless ocean.

Ye Nianmo should already know that he was taken away, and he might even know that it was Derek. He might have been delayed by other things.

After getting on the boat, the fact that she was pregnant with a child from Derek reminded her once again, making her unable to sit still. Her stomach would always get bigger, so how would she explain it to Ye Nianmo?

"So you still want to escape?" She whispered, her heart filled with reluctance. After this experience, she knew that she really couldn't leave …

Ye Nianmo, she loves him so much.

Feeling the wetness on her face, she touched it and realized that she was crying. The silence in the room made her vent her emotions.

The door was knocked three times, regularly. It was the sign of a servant who had brought in the meal. Before she could wipe her tears away, the servant had already pushed open the door and entered.

When the other party saw her tears, she almost knocked over the dining plate out of surprise. In a panic, she laid out the items on the table.

Ding Yiyi wiped her eyes and waited until the servant had gone before she went to the dining table.

The table was still typical of Italian food, whole-wheat bread, followed by vegetables and fruit. Vegetables were also uncooked.

She picked up her fork, put it down again, and ran her hands over her stomach. He was worried.

Although she didn't have much appetite right now, she still needed the child's nutrition. She just needed to eat vegetables, so she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to supplement the nutrition the child needed.

She walked out of the room and called for the servants for the first time. She believed that even if the servants did not appear, they would definitely be somewhere. As expected, not long after, a servant hurriedly walked towards her.

"I want to see Derek, right now."

At the dining table, Derek ate the food in his mouth gracefully. Ding Yiyi sat beside him and said, "I need meat to supplement my nutrition."

His hands slowed down as he looked at her with a smile that was not a smile. "This scene is very familiar."

Ding Yiyi remained silent as she waited for his next words.

"Raise your head." Derek ordered.

She looked up at him obediently, her eyes flat and devoid of emotion.2

Derek stirred the vegetables in the plate, and then moved the blue and white flowers to the side in disdain. He said casually, "You don't like eating vegetables, do you?"

He paused, picked up a lettuce and put it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before continuing, "Do you know? To me, eating meat is like eating plastic. Can you imagine the taste of that meat coming from my esophagus and then that disgusting feeling? "

Ding Yiyi was still sitting there quietly, listening to his voice, filled with both hatred and joy. She didn't say a word.

"Vegetables are delicious, aren't they?" Derek put down his fork coldly and pressed a button on the control panel of the wheelchair. The wheelchair drove towards the corridor.

"Derek!" Ding Yiyi stood up and shouted.

The wheelchair stopped. Derek looked forward. His left cheek was slightly touched. His hands were placed on the forehead of the armrest next to the wheelchair. He was motionless.

"Derek." Ding Yiyi panted heavily. "I need some nutrition."

She wasn't sure if he would listen to her or not. When he turned again, hope rose in her eyes, but that hope was shattered when she saw the hatred in them.

"That's right," Derek drove the wheelchair in front of her. He sat upright and his body was right on her chest. If he wasn't sitting on the wheelchair, he would be 1.8 meters tall.

He stared at her stomach and a weird smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand towards Ding Yiyi's abdomen and said, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. My Asimaa is pregnant with a child. My Derek's child."

Ding Yiyi took a step back as she protected her stomach. Panic rose in her heart.

Derek retracted his hand that was hanging in the air. His gaze turned cold, "Are you really that desperate to bear my child?"

"That's my child." Ding Yiyi couldn't help but say, but her body was trembling slightly.

Derek tilted his head and chewed on this sentence, then suddenly laughed, "It seems that you really do hate being related to me."

The surrounding servants didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They all stared at their master and that audacious woman who betrayed their master.

"Asimaa." Derek said calmly, "The blood flowing in your stomach belongs to me, Derek." He jokingly pushed the wheelchair closer. "If you want to leave, that's fine too. You can leave when the baby is born."

He placed his hand on Ding Yiyi's abdomen and said softly, "Of course, we have to keep the child."

Ding Yiyi felt the heat coming from her belly through her clothes. His words made her muster up all the courage she could muster. She took a step back. "I refuse."

"My child, you can only be with me." she said confidently.

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