Stanley yanked Wendy along with him.


    Wendy stumbled to keep up, her voice panicked. "Where are you taking me? Let go of me! I don''t want to go!"


    Stanley didn''t give her a choice. He dragged her out of the apartment and shoved her into the elevator.


    Samuel stood frozen, shocked by Stanley''s domineering behavior. "Hey! What are you-


    Before Samuel could finish his sentence, the elevator doors closed, and the two of themn disappeared from his sight.


    Samuel stood there, speechless.


    Stanley dragged Wendy down to the parking garage, forcing her into his luxury


    car.


    Wendy struggled fiercely, trying to break free from his grip. "What are you doing? What''s going on with you? Where are you taking me? I''ve told you, I don''t want


    to go!"


    Stanley opened the door to the passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping over Wendy''s face. "Are you hiding something from me?"


    Wendy froze. "What do you mean?"


    Stanley''s eyes dropped to her t stomach.


    Wendy instinctively took a step back. "What are you looking at? You sick bastard!"


    Stanley''s voice was low and steady. "Are you pregnant?"


    Wendy stiffened. Had he figured it out?


    Stanley''s gaze lingered on her face, his expression unreadable. "Are you pregnant? Is it mine?"


    Wendy''s mind went into a frenzy. He found out that she wanted to get rid of him and keep the baby.


    What would he do now? Would he take her to get an abortion?


    The child was partly his, after all.


    Her thoughts raced. She couldn''t admit it. She shook her head immediately. "I''m not pregnant."


    Stanley watched her closely, his eyes sharp and piercing. "Really?"


    .


    Wendy responded quickly, trying to sound confident, "Of course. We ended things long ago. I can''t be with your baby. If you''ll excuse me."


    pregnant


    She turned, intent on walking away.


    Stanley grabbed her again, pulling her back forcefully and shoving her into the passenger seat. "I don''t believe you. I''m taking you to the hospital for a checkup. I want to hear it from the doctor!"


    Wendy''s heart raced, a sense of panic creeping in.


    Stanley slid into the driver''s seat. Wendy pleaded, "I swear I''m not pregnant. Please believe me!"


    Stanley nced at her stomach once more, a cold smirk curling on his lips. "If I find out you stole my genes and carried my child behind my back, you''re going to regret it."


    Wendy blinked, helpless. "I really haven''t!"


    Just then, Wendy sneezed.


    It was chilly outside, and she was only wearing a nightgown when Stanley had dragged her out. Wendy shivered. "I''m freezing. How about we go to the hospital tomorrow instead?"


    Stanley reached into his coat, pulling off his ck suit jacket and tossing it at her. "Put this on."


    The jacketnded over her head, covering her face. Wendy Wasn''t sure if he had done it intentionally, but the crisp scent of his cologne and the lingering warmth of his body on the jacket enveloped herpletely.


    She quickly reached up and pulled the jacket off her face, her eyes shing with irritation as she red at him.


    "You really think too highly of yourself. Do you really think I''d steal your genes?" Chapter 461