The Villain's Wife

The Villain’s Wife 412 Protection

"Merry Christmas!"

The clinking of champagne glasses echoed, followed by greetings that poured out from everyone’s smiling mouth. The dinner was full of laughter and jokes, banter and funny arguments of silly topics. Then everyone was given the opportunity to give each other gifts.

"I thought we can only open gifts in the morning?" It was Secretary Go. This was his first time celebrating Christmas, however, he prided himself in watching a lot of Christmas movies from the Hollywood. He should be considered an expert when it comes to American Christmas traditions.

"Morning or now.... What’s the difference?" Yang Mi answered as she opened her gift from Lily. "Why are you even complaining? This is a happy occasion."

Secretary Go pursed his lips. He chose not to answer the woman sitting beside him. It would only cause more arguments and therefore chaos. He could not afford to spoil the fun for everyone. "Can you move over?" he asked. "A little." He added.

They were currently huddled in the smaller living room of the mansion, which only had four small couch and a big Christmas tree fronting a fireplace. Lily thought this place would be the best venue for gift giving as it was small and cozy.

"You can sit in the carpet if you want." Yang Mi shrugged. Since both Zhuo Jingren and Fernando had their women sit on their laps, Yang Mi and Go Jichen was force to share the only couch available. While Bei Tian’s tall frame was enough to occupy one couch for his own.

Secretary Go nodded but did not heed her words. Instead, he focused on opening his present from Zhuo Jingren and everyone else.

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"Really?" Zhuo Jingren lifted his eyebrow. He stared at Lily, who was smiling at him in return. "We are doing well now?" His smile was short-lived when he remembered not using any protection during their making love session just a few minutes before midnight.

He widened his eyes at her. However, Lily only smiled in response. "The Doctor said the result is great. And there is a possibility that I will get pregnant if we are not careful." She was talking about her gift for Zhuo Jingren. It was the result of the test in her ovaries a few days back. She kept it a secret with the intention of giving it to him as a Christmas gift.

"But earlier—" he swallowed his nonexistent saliva as he thought of getting Lily pregnant before their wedding. "What if..."

"Does anyone really care?" she beamed.

"But people will think..."

"Hey, we are already married. Who cares about them?" She said. Her voice lowered as she eyed the deed in her hand. "A house in Skopelos, huh."

"Hmmm.... I know you will love to stay in that place. I remember you said your grandparents love it too." The tension in his face slowly eased as she watched Lily smiled. Her words were true. So what if she gets pregnant before the wedding day? They are already married for six months now.

Originally, Zhuo Jingren was thinking of giving her a very extravagant wedding. Like those found in the magazines that the little Qin Jinghua used to read when she was small. He wanted a fairytale wedding. Something that Lily would remember forever. However, what he did not know was the fact that Lily does not care about these things anymore.

To Lily, weddings are just something superficial. Still, she would not say no to a grand wedding as long as she marries him.

The group continued to eat and talk for a few more minutes before they decided to retire to their rooms. It was already half-past two. However, not one of them cared. After all, it was really seldom for them to have a get together like this.

With all the enemies lurking behind their backs, they are still lucky to be able to meet and enjoyed each other’s company this time. Who knows when will they have the availability to do it again?

..........

The morning of the twenty-fifth came.

"Do we have to go somewhere today?" Zhuo Jingren asked as he covered Lily’s body with the blanket. "When are we going to Skopelos?"

"Tonight. We need to take a flight to Greece, then take a Yacht to Skopelos Island. Yang Mi already scheduled everything so no worries." She stifled a yawn. "What time is it now?"

"One in the afternoon. Everyone else is awake now. They already had their brunch earlier. We should go down and join them."

Lily shut her eyes. "I don’t get a lot of rest days like these." She uttered. "I want to enjoy it."

"By staying in bed all day? Come on. You need to eat."

"Hmmm... I don’t want to get out of bed." Lily knew that the temperature would be close to zero today. Staying in bed under her covers with Zhuo Jingren was the only thing that is in her mind.

"Then..." he suddenly lifted her into a princess carry. "I will make you. You need to eat."

"Hey! Where are you taking me? I don’t want to take a bath!"

"The tub is ready, your highness. Just lay down and relax... I will make sure to cater to your needs while you bath." He spoke in a weird English accent, making Lily giggle.

Slowly, Zhuo Jingren took off her pyjamas and slid her down the tub. Its warm water immediately made her moan. "Wow... this is good." She uttered under her breath.

"Hmmm." He nodded.

"I’m hungry." Lily said.

"Would you like me to bring some food here?" he gave her a gentle smile.

"No... not that kind of hungry." She winked, her lips lifted into a mischievous smile. "Why don’t you join me?"

Zhuo Jingren did not wait for her to repeat her words. It was as if he became a ninja. His movements not even visible to the eye as he took off his own clothes and position himself behind Lily.

Lily let out another giggle. "Hey President Zhuo..."

"Hm?"

"At this rate, I will become pregnant before June next year."

"And you want some protection? Did you get a prescription? Because I did not bring any—"

"Nah —" Lily interrupted him and stroked his legs. She leaned her back against his hard chest. "I was going to ask you to finish this thing with the Zhou’s as fast as possible. I don’t want to give birth with them still lurking behind our backs."

She felt him nod. "So... ummm... no protection?" he asked.