My Secretive Fragile Wife

Chapter 15 Is the Child Yours?

Brianna suppressed her panic and lowered her eyes, looking slightly teary. "You two already spend so much time together. If we were to hire her, she'd be even closer to you. I was afraid that you two would fall for each other over time."

Since there was no way for her to hide it, she'd just tell Dylan the truth and dispel his suspicions. She would show him that she was just afraid of losing him.

Brianna looked at him tearfully. "You've known me for a long time, and you know how I feel about you..."

"I was just too afraid of losing you. That's why I... did something like that when I saw her at the company for an interview."

Dylan frowned. "I already told you that we'll get divorced in a month."

Brianna knew this, of course. If she didn't know that Emily was the girl from that night, she was willing to wait for the rest of her life, let alone a mere month. Now, though, she couldn't wait for a second longer.

She couldn't allow Emily to get too close to Dylan!

Absolutely not!

"Emily, this is for table number two. Take this over to them."

Emily didn't know whether it was because of the lack of sleep or all the standing she was doing on her first day of work, but her stomach vaguely ached.

She walked over to table number two with a tray in hand. As she approached the table, she saw Brianna.

Needless to say, Emily knew who was sitting across from her.

She hesitated, then continued walking. This was her job and there was no way for her to avoid this.

Emily kept a professional smile on as she said, "Here's your order."

She placed the dishes on the table.

When she put Dylan's dish down in front of him, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"

His voice was a little cold. It even had an interrogatory hint.

His gaze trailed from her white shirt to her tight miniskirt and down her long legs.

It then lingered on her legs for a few seconds before his expression turned dark.

Why was she dressed like this? Who was she trying to seduce?

She was a married woman. What was she doing in a place like this?

Emily's smile didn't falter. "I'm working."

Dylan scowled, looking vaguely angry. She'd asked him to pay her for translating some documents, and she was even working in such a place. Was the Davis family really so short on money?

"Please, let me go." Emily didn't see any issue with this. She was earning her own keep.

Brianna reached out to hold Dylan's hand. "Dylan, people are watching. We can talk about this outside."

Nobody knew about Dylan and Emily's marriage, nor did Brianna want anyone to know.

Dylan stared at Emily. He only managed to suppress his unexplainable anger after a long moment and let her go. "I don't want you to work here."

Emily wanted to explain, but she was overwhelmed by the pain in her abdomen. Her forehead beaded with sweat, and she served the remaining dishes before leaving without another word.

Feeling scared, she went to the washroom to check on herself. Fortunately, there wasn't anything amiss.

She came out of the stall and washed her hands. After that, she placed a hand on her abdomen and said, "Be good, okay?"

She needed to work hard so that she could take care of Ellen and her baby.

At this moment, Brianna walked in and happened to hear Emily's words. She paled and fixed her gaze on Emily's abdomen.

When Emily saw this, she said, "This isn't Dylan's child. You don't have to look so worried."

After that, she turned to walk out of the washroom, passing by Brianna on the way.

Brianna turned around. "Are you two months along now?"

Emily paused and turned back. "How'd you know that?"

"I... I guessed." Brianna tried her best to maintain her composure.

Emily was pregnant?

With Dylan's child?

As expected, she couldn't allow Emily to stay here!

At this moment, Brianna was overwhelmed by the urge to get rid of Emily. She wanted to make sure that Emily disappeared from Dylan's world permanently!

The moment Emily walked out of the washroom, Dylan grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant.

She was already feeling unwell, to begin with. Dylan dragging her out so roughly just made the pain come back in full force.

"Let go of me!" Emily wanted to berate him, but she didn't have the strength to.

Dylan dragged her all the way to the roadside and said sternly, "You can just be straight and tell me that you're short on money instead of putting on a show!"

He didn't believe for a second that the Davis family was in such an abysmal state. In fact, he'd seen Mason bringing his wife and daughter shopping for luxury goods just a couple of days ago. Yet here Emily was, working as a waitress?

Emily leaned against a billboard, or else she wouldn't be able to stand straight. She tried her best to stay calm. "Mr. Clay, we may be married, but we both know that this is nothing more than a way for us to get what we need. There's no need for you to get so mad over the things that I do."

"Since you're my wife, you're embarrassing me by having such a job!" Dylan just couldn't seem to understand what she was thinking.

Emily pursed her lips, silently bearing the pain.

Just as she was about to break down, Harold ran over to them. "Emily, I came here hoping to see you, but I didn't expect... Are you feeling okay?"

As a psychiatrist, he was extremely attuned to the minutest changes in a person's actions and expressions. Though Emily was trying to suppress her discomfort, he could still tell that she wasn't at her best.

After parting ways with her the other day, he'd gone to her home to get the truth out of Ellen. He now knew everything, including how she'd got pregnant.

Harold didn't know how to feel about this, but it wasn't good.

Why hadn't she come to him for help when she'd been backed into a corner?

He wanted to find Emily, but he didn't know where she stayed. He decided to try his luck at the place where they'd run into each other the day before. He hadn't expected to actually see her here.

The pain in Emily's abdomen scared her so much that she couldn't be bothered by anything else. She grabbed Harold's arm and said, "Can you take me to the hospital, please?"

Harold glanced at her abdomen. He bent down, about to lift her into his arms, when someone gripped his shoulder tightly.

He turned to look at Dylan.

Dylan's face was dark. "She's my wife."

His voice wasn't raised, but there was no missing his overbearing tone.

He seemed to be warning Harold that Emily was his wife and that no one else could touch her!

Harold smiled mockingly. "You two are married?"

Without waiting for Dylan to respond, Harold continued, "You're just holding up your end of a business deal. You wouldn't marry a woman who's pregnant with someone else's child."

Dylan narrowed his eyes as the atmosphere tensed. "Is the child yours?"