My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Body Check-up

The smile Lance had on his face at that moment showed that he was really happy. I have never seen him be this happy ever.

But the baby stopped moving afterwards.

Lance waited for a long time to feel his movement again but the baby just stopped moving, he tilted his head up and looked at me disappointedly, “Why isn’t he moving?”

I was speechless and felt that Lance had become more stupid.

“How would I know? The doctor said the movement of the baby will be more often when he gets bigger.”

Lance rubbed my baby bump again and asked, “The next appointment is around the corner, right?”

I thought for a second before I spoke, “Yes, it’s next Monday, to do the Down Syndrome screening test.”

“What is that for?” Lance asked.

“To check if the baby is deformed, if yes, we will need to do abortion.” I answered.

Lanced knitted his eyebrows together when he heard the word ‘abortion’ and said, “Deformity? Are you saying that the baby will be deformed?”

He looked at me coldly and that made me shivered with goodbumps.

“It is just a check-up! To check on the baby!”

I explained to him and I saw him looking at me intensely.

“How could you say the word ‘deformed’ so easily without any emotions!” He barked.

I didn’t know how to respond to Lance.

Maybe he needs a healthy heir, that’s why he was acting agitated.

He didn’t wait for my answer, he just pinched my chin between his fingers and said, “You must be very thrilled if you find out the baby is deformed.”

This baby had been in my belly for four months, I have felt his movement not only once but many times, I had been controlling myself not to grow feelings for this baby, but as his mother, why would I want my child to be deformed?

Once again, Lance misunderstood me and I shook my head’”Even though I wouldn’t get to raise this child up by myself after he was born but he is still my child, why on earth will I wish that my child will be deformed?”

Lance looked at me coldly and said, “You better be.”

“Take good care of my son.” He said before he left.

I was just like a container for him, to carry his child.

The next time he came back the night before the Down Syndrome screening test, he was in a good mood that he bought a Gucci sandal for me that cost a lot of money.

I guessed this was to show appreciation to a container like me.

The next morning, I didn’t eat anything because I know the doctor is going to draw some blood from me for the test.

I knew it because last time I had my breakfast before I went for a check-up, the doctor couldn’t draw blood to do the check-up for me.

Lance Mason didn’t eat anything in the morning too. Being a good mistress, I showed some care for him and said, “You should eat something, the test will take a lot of time.”

He was wearing some comfort clothes today instead of his usual suit and tie. He squatted down to tie his shoe lace and when I squatted down and tried to help him like I always did, he quickly placed his hand on the small of my back, not letting me do so, “I’ll do it myself, you are pregnant.”

I sat in the back seat of the car with Lance as driver drove us there. The car suddenly braked and when my head almost hit the back of the front seat, Lance placed his hand in front of my head to prevent me hitting it.

“Are you okay?” Lance asked worriedly.

I shook my head.

“Don’t you know there is a pregnant woman in the car?!” Lance scolded the driver.

The driver quickly apologized but Lance didn’t accept his apologies.