Wendy crossed her arms and red at him. "This is my house, and you are not wee here!"


    Stanley didn''t give her a chance to refuse. With a firm push of his hand, he forced the door open and stepped inside, his long legs carrying him effortlessly across the threshold.


    Wendy furrowed her brow, feeling a sharp irritation rise within her. Stanley and Jessica truly were a perfect match -both of them seemed to think they could barge into other people''s homes without a second thought.


    "Please leave immediately, or I''ll call security!" Wendy snapped, her voice firm with authority.


    Stanley turned his gaze toward her, his eyes narrowing. "Have you been hiding something from me?"


    Wendy was taken aback. "What do you mean?"


    Stanley''s eyes drifted downward, locking onto her t stomach.


    He was looking at her belly.


    Wendy immediately raised a protective hand to shield her abdomen. "What are you looking at?"


    Her stance was defensive, as if she feared he might harm the child inside her.


    Stanley''s chest tightened, and for a moment, he felt a sting in his eyes. It seemed she thought he would hurt her and Samuel''s baby, and had been guarding herself from him all along.


    "So, that night at NovaHealth, you did something to cover it up, didn''t you?"


    Wendy''s heart sank. She knew Stanley had figured it out.


    The moment Stanley had said he didn''t like children and that she shouldn''t bring him any trouble, Wendy had decided not to tell him. She hadn''t nned on letting him know.


    Yet she knew, deep down, that sooner orter, the truth woulde out.


    And now, it hade far too quickly. She had been caught off guard.


    "Why are you so quiet, huh?" Stanley''s voice was sharp, impatient. "You''re usually so quick-witted. Tell me: Are you pregnant? I want to hear you say it yourself!"


    Wendy''s clear, steady eyes met Stanley''s gaze without hesitation. She answered calmly, "Yes, I''m pregnant." Stanley smirked, the corners of his lips curving into a cold, bitter smile. It was unclear whether he wasughing at her or himself.


    Wendy wasn''t sure what to make of his expression. "This is my personal business. It has nothing to do with you. Please, don''t hurt my baby."


    Her words struck Stanley like a sharp needle, piercing him deep inside. She didn''t have to say all these-she could have kept them to herself-but she chose to make him feel this pain.


    Was that her intent, all along? To hurt him?


    Stanley''s anger red, and with each step, he closed the distance between them:


    His towering presence cast a dark shadow over Wendy, and she instinctively stepped back. Something about his expression tonight made her uneasy; she couldn''t quite read his thoughts.


    "Why are you backing away? What are you afraid of?" His voice was low, filled with tension.


    Wendy continued to retreat, but soon, the wall pressed against her back, leaving her with no more room to move.


    Her brow furrowed, and she said firmly, "This is my house. Please leave now!"


    Stanley moved closer, his hand reaching out to grip her shoulder. His coldughter echoed in the room. "I''m asking you again: What are you afraid of? Do you think I might hurt you, or hurt the baby? Is that how little you think of me?"


    "Yes!" Wendy replied, her voice filled with conviction.


    Stanley froze, taken aback by her blunt response.


    Wendy looked him straight in the eye, each word deliberate and filled with emotion.


    "From the moment you sided with Jessica, you became someone with no moral boundaries. You even took Samuel. Let me make this clear: If anything happens to him, I will never forgive you."


    Her deration, tied to Samuel, hit Stanley harder than she could have imagined.


    "Is Samuel really that important to you?" he asked, his voice dripping with scorn. Wendy nodded without hesitation. "Yes."


    Stanley''s expression twisted into a mocking smile. "Of course. How could I forget? You''re carrying his baby. He must mean a lot to you now."