It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 348: YOU HAVE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

Giana gritted her teeth when she was in her luxurious bathroom, she suddenly felt nauseous just as she opened her eyes. So immediately, she ran inside to empty her stomach contents.

Panting heavily, Giana turned the faucet in her sink and washed her mouth after all the unpleasant phases. Her head felt dizzy and she felt very uncomfortable. Her whole body ached and this made her very upset.

Why did this have to happen at a time like this?!

Damn it!

Pregnancy was not on her to-do list or on her mind at all. This was the last thing she would want to worry about now, but reality told her otherwise and here she was, stuck with this unbearable nausea.

How could this happen? Yet she had been very careful about this.

Giana clenched her fist and slammed it into her stomach. "Fuck," she hissed fiercely.

But a moment later, she opened her hand and rubbed her stomach hesitantly. Her forehead creased with the momentary outburst of emotion she had just experienced.

Of course she knew that this was not the fault of the baby she was carrying. The chance that you will get pregnant if you have sex, is certainly an unavoidable possibility especially if you haven't paid much attention to safety factors diligently...

Giana did not dislike children. There was even a time when she wanted to have her own little family. But, it wasn't Dillon's baby that Giana wanted. She didn't want this baby...

It's just that Giana couldn't even imagine taking such an extreme action.

"Giana, are you okay?" asked Dillon, knocking on the bathroom door. He too had woken up when he heard Giana was gagging earlier and became worried.

"Yes… yes, I'm fine," Giana answered quickly and then washed her face with cold water, to relieve the nausea she was feeling.

"I heard you throwing up earlier," Dillon said, frowning. "Are you sure you're okay? Should I call a doctor?"

There was no answer, but a moment later, the sound of the door lock being opened could be heard and Giana's figure emerged from behind the door, smiling sweetly at Dillon, as if the tantrum phase she had been through had never happened at all.

"I'm fine, really, you don't have to worry." Giana then kissed Dillon on the lips, said good morning to the man and immediately rushed past him, toward the breakfast spread.

However, Dillon stood frozen, speechless. He felt something was wrong, but didn't dare to confirm it or ask Giana any further.

Even when they were finally having breakfast together, Dillon could notice the oddity and couldn't deny that Giana wasn't feeling well.

"I think we should go to the doctor, you look pale." Dillon commented when he saw Giana just twirling the spoon in her hand while her food was untouched, looking uninterested to eat her breakfast. "I'll take you."

"No need," said Giana immediately, she then tried to put the food into her mouth, but it tasted very bland, as if she was eating cotton, while the wrinkles between her eyebrows became more obvious.

"You're not doing well Giana," Dillon insisted on making the point, but Giana was even more stubborn than he was.

"I'm just too tired because of Uncle Leon's problem," she said softly, her voice no louder than a whisper.

Leon's problem...

Dillon sighed. He couldn't understand why Giana wanted to clean up after her uncle's mess. Not because Leon was no longer a member of the Tatum family, but more because Dillon knew everything that the man was doing, the illegal business he was involved in and the other businesses that were not exposed, and very secretive.

In essence, there was nothing good to be said about the man.

Thus, Dillon had a hunch of his own when he saw the news that had been recently circulating regarding the feud between Leon and Ramon Tordoff.

As someone who had been in this field for a long time and knew Ramon Tordoff personally because of the affair Giana once had with him, Dillon knew that a man like Ramon Tordoff would not make such a reckless move without reason.

It was certain that the reason was so strong that it made him act very extremely by holding Leon captive.

And Giana…

For some reason, Dillon felt that Giana was doing all this just to get herself close to Ramon. Even though they were opposite parties, the possibility of them reconciling was very high.

Or was this all just in Dillon's head?

Dillon felt that he was being too much. And there was a part of him that wanted to confirm that, only unfortunately, the side of him that didn't want to trigger a fight with Giana, was much stronger.

"I'm not that hungry," said Giana, when she finally gave up pretending to eat her breakfast and got up from her chair to get ready to go to the office, leaving Dillon still pensively staring at the empty chair Giana had been sitting in.

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"Who's this?" Candice asked as she picked up a call from a number she didn't recognize.

"It's me," said a male voice.

"'Who are you?" Candice insisted. She had just parked her car in her office, struggling to escape the pursuit of reporters who wanted to confirm a photo of her and Lexus Tordoff from last night.

How irritating!

How did they get the news so fast?! And now Candice had to deal with the mass media. Something she never liked doing at all.

"Lexus Tordoff," Lexus said, mentioning his name and the next moment he had to keep the phone away from his ear to keep his hearing fine because Candice used this moment to vent all the frustrations she had been holding back from the moment she saw the photo circulating in the media.

Seriously, Candice couldn't understand why she had to be chased like this when Lexus Tordoff was famous for his flamboyant nature and tended to get close to women easily. Unlike his brother, Ramon Tordoff, who was very cold and hardly ever got into this kind of news. The photos alone shouldn't have raised this much attention, right?

"Of course that's not fine. I'm not always on the gossip news," Lexus denied Candice's accusations.

"Ah, I don't want to hear anymore, you should be responsible for all that news, now those reporters won't stop bothering me," Candice grumbled in annoyance. "Get them out of my face."