Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love novel Chapter 187

"I want to leave the hospital!"

Aydan fidgeted about her brother's health and hurriedly stopped him.

"Phillip, hold your horses! The doctor says that you need to stay in the hospital a few more days."

Phillip seemed determined, "I have to leave today!"

Ann pretended to casually pass Phillip's ward while saying things that upset him. She knew that Phillip could hear her, but she did it on purpose to give up the idea of getting back together.

If Phillip stayed in the hospital, there was no way he could keep Ann. He might even let Fred swoop in and steal her. That was not going to happen!

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The next day's commercial shooting.

Ann let the makeup artist dance brushes on her face. After that, she walked out wearing a fancy dress and ran into Phillip.

Phillip was wearing his everyday pure black suit, which outlined his V-shaped body.

He stood in the dense shade of trees. Half of his face was buried in the dark, which sharply defined his beautiful facial outline.

Many women peeped at Phillip, who fixed his gaze on Ann.

Ann drifted her eyes on Phillip's gaunt face.

She was nervous and anxious at the same time.

Phillip was supposed to be in the hospital. Ann wondered why Aydan let him run out.

Fred remained composed beside Ann.

He stretched out his arm to round Ann's slender waist, gave a challenging glance at Phillip, and smiled like a winner.

"Mr. Phillip, are you making a company tour?"

Phillip narrowed his eyes at Phillip offensively and pursed his lips tight.

Fred was more scheming than Phillip imagined.

He first proposed a generous deal to Phillip and then threatened Phillip to pass Ann to be his assistant.

Finally, when Ann was desperate to draw a line with Phillip, Fred swooped in to be Ann's boyfriend.

He planned everything with great preparation.

...

Phillip stared at the seemingly gentle smile on Fred's face and the hand that landed on Ann's waist, and he knew Fred did it on purpose.

Fred was trying to challenge Phillip.

...

Ann drooped his head and saw the long shadow slowly shortened on the grass.

"Mr. Fred has caused a flurry of press attention recently. How can I miss the shooting? By the way, I have to come around to check if Mr. Fred's work is well worth the huge spending."

Phillip spoke in a frosty, inimical tone.

The sun was shining, but Phillip's face was rigid, as if it was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Phillip glanced at Fred and shifted his eyes to Ann.

Fred gave advice on Ann's makeup and dressing today.

The long, black hair end slightly curled, glistening in the warm sunlight.

The fiery-red rose spread the ground behind her.

Ann wore exquisite makeup. Black hair fell on her shoulder, and lips were as red as those booming roses. She was soul-stirringly fabulous.

But she was standing beside another man.

The commercial theme suddenly hit Phillip's memory.

It was about the wedding dress!

His eyes instantly dimed, looking like an endless dark well.

His lips curled up into a bitter smile. Phillip suddenly pulled Ann away from Fred and into his arms. His eyes glowed with a tinge of hostility.

"It's beautiful, but I think something is missing..."

Ann did not expect Phillip to do anything. She lifted his head and met Phillip's frosty eyes.

The next second, Ann felt a pain in her neck.

It was a fervent kiss. No, it was a bite. Phillip was punishing her.

Ann could hear the sucking sound.

Shock registered on Fred's face. He did not expect Phillip to do such a thing in public. He walked forward with a frown, but Phillip had removed his lips from Ann's skin.

He stared at the red, burning hickeys on Ann's slender neck. The saliva on it sparkled in the sun, and it was like a flower bud.

He looked at Fred, and his lips curled into an ambiguous smile.

"Now it's perfect."

Fred narrowed his eyes and wanted to say something. Then he caught a glimpse of Ann's panic face and stopped.

Ann froze right there. Her collarbone was obvious as her muscles constricted under the fright.

"Phillip, can you stop messing with me?"

She spoke in a soft and blank tone, but the two men put off their hostility and turned to look at her.

Ann raised his head and stared at Phillip with her bright eyes.

"If you can't keep the distance an ordinary friend should do, I think it is better for us to be strangers."

Then, she put her hands across Fred's arms in front of Phillip.

She looked up and whined in a soft voice, "Fred, I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again!"

Fred peered down his nose at Ann and raised his eyebrows.

"You don't have to apologize. I think Mr. Phillip is trying to help."

Fred paused for a moment. He twined his fingers into Ann's hand.

Then he gave a defiant glance at Phillip.

"But Mr. Phillip, I have to remind you that I'm seeing Ann now. I hope you can put down your history with her. It has long gone."

Phillip looked at their hands locking together and noticed the joy on Ann's little face. Suddenly, the blood in his body was boiling and rushing up.

The coldness around him overwhelmed the warm sunlight. Phillip stared defiantly at the sweet couple in front of him, and suddenly, he punched Fred.

Fred didn't dodge a bit as if he expected it was coming.

He turned sideways and held Ann in his arms, taking Phillip's punch.

When Phillip wanted to make another punch, Ann pushed him away.

"Phillip, what the hell are you doing?"

Ann stood in front of Fred, biting her lips hard as she stared disappointedly through Phillip.

Phillip locked eyes with Ann. He felt heart-wrenching when Ann stood against him for another man.

He gave an indifferent sneer.

Phillip withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

At this moment, he looked miserable and lonely.