It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

This was the second night Giana hadn't come home after their argument a few days back and even if they only met at the company the next morning, Dillon could tell that Giana had drunk too much the night before.

Maybe that was also why Giana didn't want to come home, because she knew that Dillon wouldn't take it well when she was drunk.

It was just that, at this point, Dillon was no longer too worried about Giana. Rather he was more worried about the safety of the child in Giana's womb.

How could he not feel anything when his child, whom he had been waiting for its arrival into the world, was being tormented by its own mother who didn't even care about it?

Dillon felt tortured every time he saw Giana like that.

He even tried to give some space to the woman by sleeping in a different room because he thought Giana needed time to cool off, but as it turned out, what she was doing was only putting their child at risk.

And if only Dillon could get the child out of Giana's womb and take care of it himself, then he would have done it.

But one night, Dillon lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling which looked very gloomy, just like his then mood. And so, he felt a sudden urge to see Giana.

He just wanted to see her before going to bed, because their relationship during the past few days was not very good. They didn't even talk except for work matters which were done very briefly and soberly, as if they were two strangers who had just gotten to know each other rather than a couple with a child waiting to be born between them.

Therefore, tonight, Dillon decided to go to Giana's room, not to do anything to her. He just wanted to look at the face of the woman he loved and hug her.

Therefore, when it was late at night and he made sure Giana was fast asleep, Dillon walked to the woman's room. He opened the door carefully and got in very quietly.

On the big bed that Giana used to share with Dillon, the woman was now lying with her back to him. Dillon could only see her shoulders rising and falling as she breathed.

Seeing that, Dillon wanted to hug Giana, as he had always done, but of course there was a side inside him that forbade him to do that, even that side of him kept telling Dillon to get out of the room immediately and forgo his intention.

Only, the side of him that wanted to stay behind, was much stronger and he didn't want to immerse himself in that thought alone, hoping that Giana would change her mind and take care of their baby more.

Deep in his heart, Dillon knew that the possibility of this happening was close to a miracle. Thus, Dillon didn't want to waste his time on things he knew what the outcome would be.

In the dimness of the room, Dillon climbed onto the bed, to the empty side on Giana's bed and sat down beside her looking at the side of Giana's face. The woman was fast asleep with her lips slightly parted.

She looked beautiful as usual, but it also hurt Dillon because he knew her heart wasn't with him.

He had known this for a long time, however, it was only now that he finally gave in and admitted it.

"My child…" Dillon whispered softly, his voice so low it was like a gust of wind. "If we don't meet later, then know that I love you… your mother loves you… it's just that this isn't the right time for us to meet…"

Dillon reached out and stroked Giana's head gently, feeling her hair between his fingers and staring at her flat stomach.

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Giana felt her head hurt as her breath hitched. She seemed to be having a panic attack, but it wasn't really that, because Giana knew exactly what was happening to her right now.

The cold air in her office made Giana's body shiver and she felt that the temperature in the room had dropped drastically.

And when Giana looked at her own hand, she could see that it was shaking. Her hand couldn't even hold the ballpoint pen properly...

Therefore, in a hurry, Giana took the cell phone that was in her small expensive handbag and immediately called that person again.

"I need that 'stuff' right now," said Giana hastily. Even her voice didn't sound like her own. "Tell me, where can I meet you?"

Heard from the other end of the phone was a male voice, telling Giana the location where she could meet him.

"I'm going there now. Just prepare the 'things'," Giana said in a hurry, put her cellphone in her bag and took out her car keys instead.

Giana didn't even arrange her messy desk when she left the room, which was not at all like her, to leave her own work in a disarray and not care about the documents.

She could no longer care about the possibility of a stranger entering her office and copying information from any important documents.

Because it seemed that Giana didn't care about it at all in her current state.

Companies could run themselves as they should, so just taking a few moments to get out of the office wouldn't change anything.

However, not long after Giana left the room, Dillon entered her office and found the room empty with important papers strewn all over the table. It was a very unusual, or one might say, very reckless thing for Giana to do.

However, the most pressing question right now was; where was Giana now?

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"Ramon, you really make me feel like a criminal," Ian grumbled as he stood in a lonely corner of the secluded street with his jacket and hat draped over his face.

Ian wasn't sure why he had chosen this outfit when he could have worn other normal clothes. However, he felt that what he was doing was very dirty and did not want anyone else to recognize him while doing this.

"You are a criminal," Ramon replied casually as he signed the documents in front of him. "You have agreed to do this."

Ian hissed when he heard Ramon's shameless statement. "Seriously, I never agreed to this plan of yours, it was you not giving me any other choice, you know!" he growled.

"But you accepted it and it was a choice you made." Ramon then put the ballpoint pen in his hand down and leaned his back against the back of the chair saying, "How far have you progressed in your assignment?"

Ian cursed softly when he heard Ramon's question. He felt like an employee being questioned by his superior, although that wasn't wrong at all, because from any angle, Ian was someone who worked for Ramon and the man paid him satisfactorily.

"I'll meet her to deliver this 'stuff'," Ian said quietly. He lowered his head when someone passed in front of him. "You're really going to ruin her life if you continue like this Ramon…" Ian warned.

"That's exactly what I want," Ramon replied casually, he closed his eyes and felt the headache coming back again.

The last time Ramon felt pain in his head like this was when Hailee was kidnapped and he got almost all of his memories back, except for the incident just before the accident.

And sometimes, he would still see flashes of his forgotten past.

"You really are terrible. You don't even have mercy on women," Ian said. On one hand, he felt uncomfortable doing this because Giana was a woman, maybe he would feel much better if the one he was dealing with was Axcel.

"Because this woman does the same thing to a baby that hasn't even been born then," Ramon replied in a calm tone of voice.

However, if Ian had been near Ramon and seen how his expression was now, he would have shuddered in fear under the murderous intent flashed in that pair of cold eyes.

Meanwhile, hearing Ramon's answer, made Ian fall silent, unable to say anything else.

Silence enveloped the two of them for a moment, but neither of them took the initiative to turn off the phone because they were both lost in their own thoughts, until Ian broke the silence.

"She's here," he said quietly. "I'll call you later."

After saying that, Ian hung up the phone with Ramon and walked toward the white car that had stopped just a few meters away from where Ian was standing.

After Ian got close, he then walked around to the passenger seat, where the glass was down.

"You brought the 'stuff'?" Giana asked in an urgent tone, because like Ian, she didn't want anyone else to know she was here.

"Of course, as you asked," Ian said enthusiastically. He then took something out of his pocket and handed it to Giana.

"Good," Giana said after getting the 'thing' she wanted and handed him a large brown envelope filled with money.

Of course Giana would not transfer that money, because she did not want to be found to have any relationship or transactions with this man.

After exchanging the items they both wanted, Giana immediately closed the car window, but before that, Ian held the glass with his hand and smirked at Giana.

"If you need more, just call me," Ian said as Ramon had told him to. "I guarantee to give you the best stuff."