Tales Of Love

Chapter 72



Ten minutes after Anna left, Tate Owen went back to the receptionist with a gloomy expression. Before the receptionist could ask if he had seen his friend, Tate Owen started complaining.

“Anna has always been very clumsy. I told her to fold the result paper neatly into her bag but she would not listen. Guess what happened, Max had mistakenly poured his ice cream on it. How will she be able to keep that mired result and she feels shy to come herself for a reprint copy” Tate Owen said and pinched the space between his eyes.

“Don’t worry sir, I’ll print another copy for her but this time, she would have to be more careful” the receptionist warned.

She would have suggested that Anna come herself for the reprint but this man seemed too worried for her. He definitely must have been a true friend to care for her this much despite her being a married woman.

“That would be great of you” Tate Owen appreciated her. He didn’t know his act could go so flawlessly without being suspected. It was just too late for him to be an actor now, otherwise he would have signed with a company to be trained.

Soon a sealed envelope was handed over to him. He was still having that gloomy expression. He thanked her and walked out as if he had done nothing wrong.

The receptionist sighed, she hoped that what she had done that day was not found out by her employers, otherwise she would become jobless. They had been trained not to issue any patient medical report or examination to an unauthorized person without the permission of the patient.

As soon as Tate Owen got into his car, he tore open the envelope and saw what was written on it. He had a mischievous grin on his lips. Anna was six weeks pregnant? The discovery brought a mixed feeling of happiness and uncertainty. Happiness if the baby was his and uncertainty because he was not sure.

He picked up his phone and called Anna. He waited with excitement for his call to be answered. When Anna heard her phone ringing, she picked up the phone and looked at the caller’s identity. When she saw it was Tate Owen, she shivered. She felt a cold chill run down her spine. Why was he calling her again? The ringing stopped and soon started ringing again.

She sighed and reluctantly answered her phone. Before she could say hello, Tate Owen’s question hit her hard like a rock “whose baby is in your belly?” Tate Owen asked in a deep cold voice.

Anna’s heartbeat seemed to skip. She was shocked at his question. How did he know she was pregnant? Had he been trailing her or assigned someone to watch her movement? Her heart was beating fast.

“What…. what did you say, how do you mean whose baby?” Anna asked in a shaky voice. The last thing she ever wants Tate Owen to know is the fact that she’s pregnant with his baby.

“Don’t play games with me Anna. I already know you are six weeks pregnant. Is the baby mine or Julian Brabra’s?” Tate Owen asked coldly. He perceived guilt in Anna’s words and wanted to be sure if she was carrying his child.

When Anna heard Tate Owen’s words, there was a mixture of guilt and fear that flooded her heart. He already knew she was six weeks pregnant and she knew what Tate Owen was capable of doing.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

If she lied and said it’s her husband’s, he would insist they go for a prenatal DNA and if she chose to tell him the truth, he would insist she give birth to the baby.

And how can a married woman birth her two children for her ex-boyfriend instead of her husband?.

Anna threw caution to the air and replied Tate Owen in a rude and arrogant manner “what if it’s your baby, what can you do about it Tate Owen? This child will never see the light of the day” Anna snapped at him.

Tate Owen grinned. Now he was Sure Anna was having his baby in her belly. He knew she would opt for an abortion. He had to do all he could to prevent her from having an abortion. “In less than eight months’ time, I am expecting a baby from you” Tate Owen declared and hung up.


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