Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 98

Ava'S POV

In no time, the beautiful machine took off. I could see the beautiful skyline of New York.

Slowly and gradually, everything started getting smaller and smaller and soon faded away.

I looked at Blake's side, and he was flying this chopper so efficiently.

The way he was flying, I could see it was not the first time he had flown. I have never thought, even in my dreams, that he knows how to fly.

His entire concentration was on talking to someone about whom I have no idea.

This man never stops surprising me. I wonder what else he knows. Once he was sailing the yacht; now he is flying the helicopter. Next will be... A submarine? Or maybe a rocket to Mars?" I giggle loudly at my funny thoughts.

I looked at my side while still giggling and noticed he was looking at me in a questioning manner, and I stopped at that instant, feeling a little embarrassed by my behavior while shaking my head in silence.

Turning my head a little backward, I saw Alvera was looking at everything with her twinkling eyes. I smiled, looking at her. I know how it feels when you see something like this for the first time in your life.

I let her live in her dreamland while I again looked ahead in the dark sky and wondered, Where are we going and why?

'Baby'

'Our baby—how these small words feel so foreign.

'And why did Blake have no reaction to me being pregnant? Doesn't he want the baby?' The mare's thought gave me a pinch in the heart. I looked at him.

He was too busy with what he was doing. His eyes were at the front, and from time to time, they moved towards the screen in front of him.

No, no. I saw it in his eyes after I said I was pregnant. He might not have shown his emotion; however, I know one thing is clear: he is not sad or mad about me being pregnant. However, what is he exactly feeling right now that I can't understand?

I mean, it's fine if he doesn't want the baby. Because I am well capable of taking care of my baby. It's not like I am asking for any kind of support from him, but again, I just want to know what he thinks.

I decide to talk to him the moment we land, wherever we are going. I was looking around, though I can't see anything apart from darkness, but, well, I had to kill my time, so what else to do than this?

I noticed we were landing somewhere, and I looked down. There was some area that was lit up, and someone was signaling to park, I guess.

Finally, the helicopter landed on the surface. Blake shut this beauty down by shutting the switches off one by one.

"Get down." Saying he got down, went towards Bella, and took her in his arms.

The moment I step down, a pleasant wind hits my body, and the burbling hints that we are near the shore. I looked around, and the lush green surroundings and white sand were shining in the moonlight.

I could smell the salty water, and I didn't know I felt good. It's good to be here. I again look around in the darkness. I could not see anything ahead, but I am sure the morning view would be good.

Blake started walking, holding Bella in his arms, and this view gave me peace inside my heart. We walked behind him towards the golf cart, which was waiting for us a little farther away from the chopper.

He sat next to the driver, and me and Alvera followed without any question.

"People like you, who are not blind but selfish, will never be able to see through me. So don't even bother." His every word pierced my heart as if someone were stabbing me.

Am I selfish?

What did I do to get called by this name?

Isn't he the one who is selfish here?

I was looking at him, feeling all lost in his accusation, but somehow his accusation hurt me, and I don't know why, but I felt rage rush into me.

"It's better to be selfish than a cheater or maybe a backstabber. I am sure you must be happy now. I have fulfilled all your desires by transferring my property.

This is the only thing you wanted. Won't you?" I greeted my teeth by saying this, and his clenching jaw did not go unnoticed by me.

He was looking into my eyes with the same rage as mine. We both have not left our stars' competition.

It's the first time I've spoken my heart out.

Whenever I think about us, about how he made me a fool, it breaks my heart even more and more. It always made me feel how dense I was, and somehow it hurt more.

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