The Genius Bride He Underestimated Chapter 09

The Genius Bride He Underestimated Chapter 09 He Won’t Care About Her Feelings

Sloane lay on her side on the bed, resting. One hand covered her lower belly, feeling the baby’s fluttering movements, and little by little, her emotions finally steadied.

But Ronan’s words kept looping in her head.

Jaxson really did loathe the child in her womb.

Even if Wren cared about this baby, once that Miss Reed gave birth to a Cole heir, how much attention would her child still get?

She didn’t dare think further.

She couldn’t leave her child behind to face a family that had zero expectation of them. She had to take the baby and leave. Sloane made up her mind.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone rapped on the door.

Sloane jolted back to herself, slowly got out of bed, went to the door, and opened it—only to meet Maren’s sharp, mean face.

“Mr. Cole wants you.”

When Sloane reached the living room, she saw the man sitting on the sofa, his face cold and severe. Her heart tightened. Even though she’d braced herself, the moment she saw his expression—the icy pressure surrounding him—fear crawled up from deep inside her.

Her steps turned stiff. She didn’t even dare look at his face.

She stopped in front of him. The scolding she expected didn’t come. Instead, his words were even colder, more ruthless.

“Finish these documents. When you’re done, you can sleep.”

With that, he lowered his long legs and strode toward the dining room.

Sloane stared at the thick stack of documents on the coffee table. He wasn’t planning to let her rest tonight at all.

In his eyes, she wasn’t a pregnant woman—she wasn’t even a person. Did he really hate her that much, despise her that much?

Sloane clenched her fingers, spun around sharply, and called at his back. “I already submitted my resignation. I’m done. I’m not doing it anymore.”

He stopped. Turning slightly, he looked back at her, his gaze landing on her like ice.

Sloane forced herself to meet that oppressive, gloomy stare.

“I’m not repeating myself a second time.”

Jaxson looked at Maren. “Go lock her bedroom door.”

The moment Maren heard that, a smug smile bloomed across her face. “Right away.”

She hurried toward Sloane’s room.

Sloane stood rigidly in place. Endless darkness seemed to press down, choking her.

Her heart hurt so badly she could barely breathe. Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes again, beyond her control.

To Jaxson, that sight meant nothing. His eyes were so cold there wasn’t a trace of warmth.

He didn’t care about Sloane’s emotions.

Sloane looked at his indifferent back and felt like a clown. A wave of emotion surged up out of nowhere, hot and violent.

She grabbed the documents off the coffee table and threw them straight into the trash can. Then, holding her belly, she walked out of the living room.

Jaxson stopped, his face turning even colder.

Sloane stepped outside the villa. A blast of freezing wind hit her. She wasn’t wearing a down coat, and she started trembling uncontrollably from the cold. Her phone and car keys were still in her room.

She looked back at the villa. The wind dried the tears at the corners of her eyes. Hugging herself, she didn’t turn back. With reddened eyes, she pulled her gaze away and slowly headed toward the entrance of the neighborhood.

She walked under lonely streetlights, wearing thin clothes, her belly heavy and obvious in the harsh wind.

Cars passed by, and the people inside couldn’t help looking at her.

There were only 18 villas in this neighborhood. Everyone here was wealthy or powerful—people from the same social circle. They knew who Sloane was. As for why she and Jaxson had gotten their marriage certificate, they’d naturally heard a few rumors.

A man as handsome and perfect as Jaxson, matched with a woman like her—anyone would feel disgusted. No wonder he rarely came home.

Seeing her in such a miserable, ugly state, no one felt even a shred of sympathy.

Sloane walked, stopped, then walked again. She hadn’t eaten much at noon. Now she was cold and hungry, and her stomach started to feel uncomfortable.

After more than half an hour, Sloane finally reached the main gate.

Just as she was about to go out, the security guard stopped her. “Ms. Powell, Mr. Cole asked that you go back.”

Sloane froze. Telling her to go back was obviously not because he cared.

“I’m not going back.” As she spoke, she held her belly and tried to walk out.

But the guard blocked her again. “Then we can’t let you leave either. You’re pregnant, it’s cold at night—if something happens, we can’t take that responsibility. Please go back!”

Sloane lifted her head to look at him, exhaling a breath of warm air, softening her tone. “Can I borrow your phone to make a call?”

“Sorry, Ms. Powell.”

Sloane stood there, only feeling her stomach hurt more.

Then—

A car horn sounded behind her.

Sloane turned instinctively and saw the driver. The instant she recognized the man, it was like seeing a lifesaver. Holding her belly, she limped over. She’d fallen earlier and her knee hadn’t healed; now, after the cold wind, it hurt even worse.

Beckett Grey rolled down the passenger-side window.

Sloane asked, “Mr. Grey, can you take me away?”

Beckett didn’t ask questions. “Get in.”

“Thank you.”

Sloane opened the door and got in.

The guard didn’t dare stop them. He could only stand there watching as Beckett drove off, then went back to the booth and dialed the internal line for Villa 8.

“Mr. Cole, Ms. Powell got into Mr. Grey’s car and left.”

Beckett noticed Sloane didn’t look right. “Your stomach hurts?”

Sloane didn’t force herself to pretend. “Please take me to the hospital.”

Beckett increased the speed.

On the way, he got a call from Leo. They had plans tonight, and Leo asked when he’d arrive.

“I ran into Sloane. I’m taking her to the hospital.”

They reached the nearest hospital.

Beckett helped her register for emergency.

The doctor ran a full examination and put her on an IV.

Seeing the way she walked, Beckett told the doctor. Sloane was wearing thick padded pants and needed to take them off for the exam, so Beckett waited outside the room.

Then he saw Leo walking over.

Leo came up, glanced into the room, and asked, “What happened?”

Beckett said, “Probably got upset because of Jaxson. It’s freezing and she went out without a coat. Mainly she caught a chill and it stirred things up—nothing serious.”

“The doctor’s still checking?”

“I saw something off with her walking. The doctor’s checking.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor opened the door and came out.

“Doctor, how is she?”

The doctor said, “Her knee is banged up pretty badly. Which one of you is her husband?”

Leo explained, “She’s my student.”

The doctor didn’t press. “I’ll prescribe medicine for bruises and injuries. One of you come with me to get it.”

Beckett said, “I’ll go!”

Leo went into the room and saw Sloane lying on the bed, face pale, not moving.

“Professor Grant,” Sloane called.

Leo pulled over a chair and sat down. “No matter what, you can’t use the child in your belly as a gamble.”

Sloane was completely calm now. “I was impulsive today.”

What right did she have to lose her temper with Jaxson? In his eyes, she was nothing but an eyesore. It would only make her look even more pathetic in front of him. He wouldn’t care about her feelings at all.