It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

"So this is what you wanted to do?" Ramon asked while feeding a piece of crab meat to Hailee.

His wife forced him to praise her for thinking of such an excellent way of revenge against Aileen, and now she asked to be fed because she was too tired.

Although the truth was; Hailee just wanted to be spoiled by Ramon.

On the other hand, Ramon liked doing this and didn't mind at all about feeding his wife, who was now enthusiastic about telling him what happened on her end all day.

The two of them were on the balcony of the second floor, from where they could see the garden behind the Tordoff residence and also a golf course beyond the walls, which was still on the Tordoff family's turf.

"It isn't over yet. I'm just getting started." Hailee chewed on the tender crabmeat and smiled at Ramon. "So, how was your day?"

Ramon loved this serenity, after a tiring and emotionally draining day and, as he had expected, being with Hailee could make him much calmer.

"The evidence we have is sufficient to lure Leon into jail, but he has strong support and insiders who wield great influence behind him, therefore, it will take us a little longer to get him behind the prison bars." Ramon explained to Hailee while opening the shell of the crab in front of him and separating the meat.

"You weren't planning on letting him go to prison that easily, were you?" Hailee could read Ramon's intentions quite well, as she had been watching this man for a long time.

After what Leon did to them, Ramon couldn't possibly just avenge Leon's moral conduct just by putting him behind bars.

There would be something far more cruel that he had planned.

Meanwhile, hearing Hailee's statement, Ramon just laughed softly and fed his wife again. "Just as you said, this is just the beginning."

At this point, Hailee felt that she had been affected by Ramon's bad temper, only that she didn't regret it at all.

Sometimes, a bad deed had to be repaid, otherwise people like Leon and Aileen, Giana and the others, wouldn't know how it felt to experience that suffering.

"Then, what are you going to do with Axcel?" Hailee asked, but her tone sounded slightly edgy when she bit out the name. It was like opening an old wound and this tensed up her facial expression a little.

Ramon understood Hailee's mood swings, as he felt the same way, but he could hide it more easily than his wife.

Ramon then reached out his hand and wiped the sauce off the corner of Hailee's lips with the back of his knuckle. "What do you want me to do to him?" Ramon asked.

Oh, of course, other than Leon, Axcel was at the top of Ramon's revenge list. Because he was the reason they lost their first child.

The recording he saw on Axcel's cell phone was still very clear in Ramon's memory. The very footage of how he tortured his wife and hurt Hailee.

One could clearly hear Hailee's groaning in pain and her body bending to protect their baby.

And after Axcel's part in this trial was fulfilled, then it was the end for him…

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Giana gripped the rim of the closet as she spilled all the food she ate last night onto it. The nauseous feeling she had felt since this morning had completely made her powerless to cover it up again.

Her head spun while her body felt uneasy. According to what Giana had read, this was morning sickness, and she got it pretty badly.

Even getting out of bed took an unusual amount of effort. Giana needed to muster all her willpower to get out of bed and face the morning sun which was too hot for her.

Not only that, she couldn't eat certain foods that she usually liked very much anymore because it would trigger her nausea.

And this change certainly didn't go unnoticed by Dillon.

He noticed that recently Giana looked pale and often vomited in the morning. At first this made him anxious, especially when Giana refused to go to the doctor and get herself checked.

But then another possibility crossed Dillon's mind when he observed Giana's symptoms.

Dillon certainly wasn't so stupid as to not notice.

"When was the last time you got your monthly period?" Dillon asked as he helped Giana up from the cold bathroom floor to their room.

Dillon had asked someone to prepare a glass of warm water which he gave to Giana, to ease her nausea.

"Giana?" Dillon called out her name because Giana didn't respond. He then sat by Giana's side and put his arm around her shoulder. "I'm sure it's well past time, right?"

Giana still didn't answer. She then gulped down the warm water which felt cool on her throat and warmed her chest.

"We have to get you checked," said Dillon. He looked confused but also eager to know if his conjecture was correct.

"No need," said Giana. She then placed the empty glass on the table beside her bed. "I don't have time. I have to go to the office soon, I still have a lot of things to do."

Giana still hadn't decided what to do with her pregnancy and of course she had to make a decision soon, considering that she wouldn't be able to cover this up much longer.

Or it could even be said that she could no longer deny Dillon's suspicions. The man looked at her with probing eyes.

"I know how important the office is, Giana," Dillon said in a calm tone, but from the way he looked at her, of course others would know there was a strong emotion welling up inside him. "I know for sure how much hassle that is."

Compared to Giana, of course Dillon knew better, because he was the one who usually took care of everything and managed all matters related to the company.

However, Giana chose to add to his work with unnecessary things such as defending Leon at trial.

And even though Dillon had told her not to interfere, Giana, as usual, was too stubborn to listen to him and kept saying that Leon was a father figure to her, so she couldn't possibly just ignore him.

In the end, Dillon chose not to bring it up altogether because he didn't want to fight with Giana.

"We have to go to the hospital," Dillon said, this time his voice sounded much firmer.

"No," said Giana, who then stood up to walk to her walk-in closet to change, but Dillon followed behind her.

"Did you know about this?" asked Dillon. They were now inside Giana's walk-in closet and the woman was changing to a more formal outfit.

Just as Giana stripped down to her underwear, Dillon grabbed her arm and made her turn around. Now, the two of them were facing each other.

"You got yourself checked?" Dillon asked. His eyes were fixed on Giana's flat stomach, but of course she must not have shown any changes, considering that Giana did have a slender build, so that couldn't be used as a benchmark, especially if it was only in the early months. "Is my guess correct?"

Giana then pushed Dillon's hand away from her arm and distanced herself from the man. "I don't understand what you're expecting me to say," she said as she turned around and took a white shirt and a pair of matching pants.

Dillon closed his eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on what he was about to say and the words just came out.

"You're pregnant," Dillon said curtly. After saying that, he felt all kinds of feelings running through his mind.

If only Giana hadn't made it very clear that she didn't want this to happen, then Dillon would certainly be the happiest man in the world.

"Answer me," Dillon demanded a response from Giana. He then opened his eyes and found that Giana had stopped whatever she was doing.

The white shirt that Giana was wearing was only half buttoned and the white pants she was going to wear were clutched in her right hand, while Giana's shoulders were seen rising and falling rapidly, indicating that she was breathing heavily.

"You're pregnant." It's not a question anymore, it's a statement. From Giana's reaction, he knew that what he said was true. "And you don't want the child."

That last sentence was like a dull knife being stabbed into Dillon's chest, a fact that was difficult for him to comprehend.

Why didn't Giana want it? What was wrong? Even if the timing wasn't right, couldn't the two of them be able to talk about this matter and make things better for their child?

"Dillon listen," Giana finally said, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she turned around and faced the man.

"I just want to hear your answer Giana," Dillon said, looking directly into Giana's eyes with pleading eyes. "Do you want the baby?"

Giana gritted her teeth when she heard that. "It's not a matter of whether I want it or not..."

Dillon quickly cut Giana's sentence. "Of course the problem lies there. Do you want it or not?" Dillon's voice quivered, as he held back the emotions welling up in his chest.

"The timing isn't right… it's not the right time…" Giana tried to find better words, but she couldn't find any.

"So you're going to abort the baby?" The expression on Dillon's face was completely unreadable when he questioned her.