The Wife Is A Superstar 7

Chapter 1201 - Little Miracle

Jiyong was shocked. He froze in his spot for what felt like a long time. He only snapped out of it when Jisoo's sobs grew louder. She looked like her world had ended. He scowled. Then he realized that the doctor was still present. He sent her a meaningful glare, sending the doctor scuttling out of the clinic.

"Jisoo."

She didn't react, continuing to sob like there was no tomorrow. He hugged her, trying his hardest to comfort his woman, even when he had no idea how to do it given the bombshell that just dropped on their heads tonight. As for him, he had no idea what the hell he was feeling right now. Shock, yes. Panic, of course. There were so many other emotions muddying his thoughts that he couldn't think clearly.

Seeing Jisoo being so heartbroken like this after knowing that she was pregnant made him extremely displeased. Even angry. However, he restrained his temper.

"Jisoo," he called again, more forceful this time.

Finally, she removed her hands on her face to look at him. She looked pitiful with her red eyes and tear-stained face.

"You're keeping it?" he asked.

She flinched and looked like she had just been slapped.

He didn't know that he said anything wrong. "Are you keeping the baby?"

Jisoo moved to slap him but his fast reflexes caught her hand before it landed on his face.

"What the fuck, Jisoo?"

She began sobbing again, but this time, she was also furious at him. "You're asking me if I'm keeping the baby?! Just say that you don't want it! I know that you don't want it!"

Jiyong's expression turned cold. "Don't put fucking words in my mouth."

"You want to know if I'm keeping the baby? Yes, I'm keeping the baby! It's MY baby! If you don't want the baby, then go...f-fuck off, Nikolai! I can raise my own baby by myself! My mother raised me, her child, by herself! I can also raise my own child by myself!"

She stood up and was about to leave by herself but he pulled her arm. She kicked his leg but failed to hurt him in any way. He refused to let her go.

"Jisoo, calm down." It was clear that he was barely holding on to his own temper.

"Let me go, you brute!"

"Jisoo, listen to me."

"No!!! Let me go!!!"

"Stop it and listen to me."

"FUCK YOU, NIKOLAI!!!!!"

Jiyong pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her body in a tight bear hug, lifting her off the floor so she couldn't escape. She was screaming and struggling and even bit him on the shoulder. He only grunted but didn't let her go. In the end, she got tired and stopped struggling.

"Let me go...you f-fucker...." She pressed her face against his chest and cried softly.

"Jisoo, are you ready to listen to me now?"

No response. Just soft, pitiful whimpers.

He sat on a chair, bringing her with him on his lap. She didn't struggle anymore but her body was stiff. It infuriated him. He felt like she was now repulsed by his touches.

"I think you're misunderstanding why I asked you if you're keeping the baby."

Still, no response. Her body, however, became stiffer.

"You were crying so hard that I thought you don't want the baby. It pisses me off."

"You think that I don't want the baby?!" she asked him, aghast, finally responding. "Nikolai, of course, I want the baby!"

"That's not how I see it when you're crying so hard in front of me after the doctor announced that you're pregnant. You say that you want to give birth to my children and yet here you are crying like your world just fucking ended! It's only natural for me to think that you don't want the baby!"

"You're c-crazy, Nikolai! I don't know how your mind works!"

He had already calmed down. She also calmed down a little but still clearly emotional. At least, she wasn't trying to attack him anymore.

"How about you?" she asked in a wary tone. "Do you...want the baby?"

He didn't answer.

"I knew it." She was utterly heartbroken.

"No, you don't know anything." He framed her small face between his big, rough, scarred hands and forced her to look at him straight in the eyes. "Can you read my mind, hm?"

"N-no...."

"Then stop assuming things about what I think. Hell, even I don't know what I'm fucking thinking right now."

"M-me, too. My mind is so...uhm, chaotic. Yes, it's chaotic."

He nodded.

They looked at each other. Before realizing it, both of their gazes dropped to her flat stomach.

Jiyong placed his hand on top of it and said, "Mine."

Jisoo started crying again. She put her smaller hand on top of his big hand. "Y-yes, Nikolai. It's yours."

"I know." He gave her mouth a quick peck. "Stop overthinking things. It's late now. You need to rest."

She nodded. Indeed, she felt drained. Her arms tightened around his neck and she rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him to carry her back to their bedroom.

He wanted her to sleep immediately but she refused. She wanted to shower first and brush her teeth. She felt grimy and uncomfortable. He moved to help her but she stopped him.

"I can shower on my own. And I...uhm, I want some time to think. Alone."

He frowned but still nodded. However, he didn't allow her to close the bathroom door. "What if you slip inside? I need to hear you so I know that you're safe. Like hell I'll allow you to be in complete bed rest like my sister."

She glared at him. "She's MY sister!"

Harrumphing, she headed to shower by herself, leaving the bathroom door open behind her. Fortunately, he didn't hover by the doorway to watch her showering like a pervert. He really allowed her to be by herself. She suspected that he also needed some time to think about everything on his own just like her.

Under the warm water raining down on her, she stroked her belly and smiled.

"Baby. My little miracle. Your daddy is a scumbag but I love him so much. Don't worry, baby. I'll make him love you even if he ends up still not loving your mommy."