“So, you don’t like children?” Emerald nearly choked on her question and couldn’t help but tear up. Clayton turned and laid on his side, he cupped her face, “Babe, you got me wrong.” “Then, why don’t you want to have children?” Emerald asked like a child that had been deprived of sweets. Clayton planted a kiss on her forehead. “I do want to have kids with you, lots of them.” He sighed and continued, “But knowing your low pain threshold, I couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You can’t take the birth pain, babe. I’m afraid to lose you. How could I go on living without you? I might die as well and that would leave our baby alone.” “I want us to have children, baby,” Emerald insisted. “We can have children only if you agree to gestational surrogacy. They can harvest your eggs and fertilize it with my sperm and place the embryo into the uterus of a gestational surrogate.” Clayton said. “I don’t agree with that,” Emerald wanted to feel how it was like to be pregnant. Moreover, s

Emerald’s reluctance was allayed as Clayton wrapped her hand with his warm hand. Giggle erupted from her when they began dancing their way into the reception hall. Clayton did not release her hand even after they stopped dancing. Emerald pulled her hand but Clayton didn’t allow her as he tightened his hold. Clayton didn’t want to lose sight of her when he spotted Justin in the reception hall. He hadn’t seen him during the ceremony thus he wasn’t worrying that he wasn’t close to Emerald. But now, he had to be vigilant. He and Emerald were having issues and it would be easy for Justin to swoop in, taking advantage of the current situation. “Will you dance with me?” Clayton asked as he leaned sideways. There was no response from Emerald but Clayton didn’t accept defeat. He stood in front of her and bowed like a gentleman with his hand stretched out. Some guests were looking at them and that prompted Emerald to take his hand. Clayton smiled as his trick worked. He will use

As if she went back to the day of their first marriage, Clayton was staring at her with a wintry gaze and stood there like an aloof iceberg. Clearing his throat, Sean said, “I have to pick up my wife from work so I’d better go.” Sean was playing safe as he didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire. Who knows what this formidable man in the corporate world would do to him if he got annoyed by his presence. “Bye,” Emerald waved her hand, she then turned to look at Clayton. “Wait for me here,”she said to Clayton and he nodded. Emerald quickly got changed and went outside. Not waiting for her, Clayton walked ahead of her. The drive home was extremely silent and Emerald was skittish. Emerald heaved a sigh of relief when none of the three older men were in the living room. She obediently followed Clayton upstairs and walked into their room as if she was walking into a lion’s den. As soon as the door met the door jamb, an arm wrapped around her tiny waist and her soft bod

“No, we are staying in my apartment!” Red glared at Freya when she told him that they will stay in her parents mansion.  “You stay in your apartment and I’ll stay with mom and dad,” Freya stood her ground.  Freya was afraid that Red would force himself on her. At least when they’re in her parents home, Red would not do such a thing to her.  Red sat on the bed and cradled his head. Freya had been giving him a hard time. Her refusal to share bed with him caused him a headache.  They’re on their honeymoon, but he hadn’t had a chance to do anything to her. Their family has no history of infidelity. And Red had no intention of staining that great reputat

While in the car, Clayton gently drew her near to his body and hugged her.  “Are you this clingy, Mr. Strong?” Emerald chuckled.  “No, I am just making up for the lost time when you were deliberately avoiding me,” Clayton replied as he propped his chin on shoulder.  “Whose fault it was?” Emerald reached out and ran her fingers on his hair.  “Mine,” Clayton admitted that it was wrong for him to decide without consulting her opinion.  As husband and wife they should listen to each other's opinion before deciding.  “Ba