Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

When Annabeth Cates heard what Josh Batton said, she instantly felt her heart swelling with warmth.

She could guess what the subject matter was about, despite not hearing the entire conversation.

She hastened her steps towards him.

When Josh saw her rapid pace, he immediately dashed forward and grabbed her by the arms with a nervous look on his face.

Covering his phone with one hand, he gazed at Annabeth in alarm. "What are you doing? Haven't I told you not to walk up the stairs so fast? What if you end up hurting yourself? How are you going to compensate for that?" "I'll find a way, I guess," she answered.

"You can't." Annabeth was speechless.

"Wait forupstairs. I'm having a chat with Georgie," Josh said.

Knowing Georgie was on the other end of the line, she immediately snatched the phone away from him. "Georgie, are we invited to take part in another couple's variety show?" "Yes," Georgie answered truthfully.

Annabeth leaned against the railing after hearing this. She then turned to look at her husband. "Is this show good, Georgie?" "Well, it's definitely good stuff if it's coming from Lychee Terrace. However, I'm going to turn them down. Let's not dwell on this any further," Georgie expressed.

"Don't turn them down yet. Wait forto discuss with Josh first," Annabeth said firmly.

"All right then." Afterward, Annabeth hung up the phone and caught Josh gazing back at her in curiosity. "Do you want to take part in the show? You're pregnant, and it will be very tiring as there will be outdoor shots in that show." Annabeth quickly stepped forward and held his hand. "But I'm not worried about being tired. Besides, I'm no longer suffering from pregnancy-related side effects. I'm not afraid of the cold or anything like that anymore. "I'm fit and healthy. I can accompany you on shows like 'Their Day Together'. Can't you see how much popularity you've gained from it? "We should strike while the iron is hot. It will solidify your image as a good man. Your career will certainly keep getting better if we do this," she told him earnestly.

Seeing the sincere look in her eyes, Josh felt touched and grateful.

He could tell that Annabeth genuinely wanted the best for him.

However, he refused without hesitation. "Listen up. Money, fame, and status are nowhere near as important as you. You are pregnant and should behave so. Stay home, rest, and don't overthink things." Annabeth immediately sobered. "Don't other pregnant women work?" "You aren't other women." Josh still looked stern.

"Xyla is working, too, yet Stanley hasn't said anything about it," she voiced helplessly.

"Xyla runs her own company, so she can't help it. You do not." "I just wanted to help you," she said, sighing.

Josh chuckled and held her face with both hands. "Silly girl, I don't need you to helpwith anything. I've told you, all you need to do is look pretty." Annabeth felt moved. "Josh..." "Hmm?" She gazed at him with a curious look in her eyes. "Why are you so good to me? Don't you feel tempted by 200 million dollars?" She was.

Josh chuckled again. "Hmm, I was. Nobody would feel completely indifferent about money. However, I also know that this isn't the tto be greedy." Josh gently kissed Annabeth on the forehead Annabeth, focus on getting enough rest for the baby. Don't worry about my career. make sure everything progresses smoothly." Seeing how determined he seemed, she decided to remain silent like an obedient cat.

"Let's go and take a bath, okay?" Josh asked.

"Okay." As soon as Annabeth uttered her reply, Josh extended his arms and picked her up effortlessly. He then carried her into the bathroom upstairs. After their bath together, Josh dried Annabeth's hair for her before she did her evening skincare routine in front of the dressing mirror.

There was an array of exclusive, custom-made skincare products from international brands on the dressing table. Ever since Annabeth had gotten married to Josh, everything she ate, wore, and used was vastly different from before. Everything had becelevated in terms of quality.

For example, Annabeth had never seen a small bottle of skincare that cost as much as a house in a small town.

A notification popped up on her phone just as she began to apply her skincare, her screen lighting up- "Josh refuses a 200 million deal for Annabeth's sake." How did it get onto the news so soon? Indeed, Josh was a top-notch celebrity.

When Annabeth saw the headline, she instantly clicked on it.

It was a recent Weibo post on Weibo News- "According to a staff member from Lychee Terrace, Josh Batton's manager and CEO of X

Entertainment, Georgie Clementine, earlier rejected their offer for a new couple's reality show, "Life Afterm Marriage. From what we know, Lychee Terrace offered the high price of 200 million to engage Josh and his wife, but he turned them down out of concern for his pregnant wife." One second after this Weibo post was published, there were already over six-figure forwards, likes, and comments- "200 million? Did he turn the offer down just like that? D*mn!" "If it was my husband, he would probably forceto participate even if I was pregnant and throwing up blood." "To be honest, a couple's reality show isn't all that tiring. All the couple needs to do is film their daily lives Maybe Josh is being too cautious?" "He must really love her. 200 million, and he turned down such a great offer for his wife. That's impressive." "In comparison, male celebrities who force their pregnant wives for money are jerks." Annabeth quickly scanned through the comments, finding them in a similar vein, so she closed the app.

It was nearly tfor bed. Annabeth hurriedly put on her skincare products and went to bed.

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The next day, news broke of Quest Group launching an effective m medicine to cure leukemia, taking the media by surprise. Suddenly, all news platforms were reporting this news.

Xyla Quest and her company, Quest Group, were pushed into the om limelight, appearing on various major search engines as 'Exclusive' news. This matter stirred up a heated discussion on Weibo. Peter Grill ©H/F-PSE