Pregnant With CEO's Baby Chapter 2

Seven years after Jeanne's departure, South Hampton kept booming and prospering.

At the airport in the city, Jeanne stepped out of the arrivals gate pulling a massive suitcase, with a six-year-old curly-haired boy right by her side.

Black-rimmed glasses perched on the boy's pale, adorable face, while he gripped a storybook tightly.

Draped in a chic coat, she glided like a catwalk supermodel. Her flowing wavy locks and vivid red lipstick boosted her stunning looks, making heads swivel everywhere she moved.

Attracting stares for her outfit was routine for her. She clasped the boy's hand and pressed on.

As she passed by a man, he suddenly halted and whipped around.

The man's assistant glanced toward where his superior stared. “Fourth Master, sir, I think she’s Jeanne Lawrence.”

“She’s back?”

“I heard Master Lawrence has fallen ill and she’s back to see him for the last time,” the attendant said.

“Oh really?” The man called Fourth Master flashed a sly grin briefly.

“Is that her… son?” the attendant muttered softly.

Fourth Master shot a sharp glare at his attendant. The attendant respectfully averted his gaze and trailed after his boss.

Meanwhile, Jeanne headed straight for a woman who looked like she was hunting for someone in the crowd.

“Monica!”

Startled, Monica spun around and spotted her best friend, who appeared fabulous.

“Jeanne! You’re finally back! I thought you were going to spend the rest of your life eating pizza and pasta!”

Though years had flown by since their last encounter, Monica's teasing jabs stayed as biting as always.

Jeanne shifted the subject, asking, “Who are you looking for just now?”

“Edward, Edward Swan. Did you see him? He just walked in your direction.”

“I don’t know the man,” Jeanne said with a lack of interest.

“You don’t? But you tried to get into his pants back then!”

It was just a joke when she was young.

Monica smirked. “If you really got into his pants, your father might not have thrown you out back then…”

“Your car is outside, right?” Jeanne cut her friend off by switching the topic again.

“Yeah. Come on, let’s go.”

Monica reached to grab Jeanne's luggage, only then noticing the boy next to her pal.

“Is this your son? He’s so cute.”

“Yeah. This is George.” Jeanne nodded.

“Hello, George. Look at me, I’m Peppa Pig. Snort, snort…” Monica even mimicked a pig’s snort to tease the boy.

George stared blankly at her while removing his glasses. His eyelashes were incredibly long.

Awkwardness hit fast, freezing Monica's snorts in place.

Jeanne had said her son was introverted, and clearly, she wasn't exaggerating.

Still, Monica caught a different vibe from George's expression. It felt like the kid was eyeing her as if she were a total fool.

In the next instant, George piped up in his soft voice, “Hi, Peppa Pig.”

“You can just call me godmother.” Monica ruffled the boy’s curly hair.

George looked at his mother and his mother nodded.

“Godmother.”

“Good boy. You’re in for a treat, my dear godson! You’ll get the best food to eat and the best place to stay. Even the best girls will be at your service!”

Forgetting about Jeanne’s luggage entirely, Monica grabbed George's hand and marched ahead with glee.

George glanced back at his mother, brows furrowed, as if questioning whether this lady was dim.

Jeanne sighed.

Even at six years old, George boasted an IQ of 200, viewing pretty much everyone as idiots.

The car sped away from the airport.

Monica gripped the steering wheel, Jeanne rode in the front passenger seat, and George sat quietly alone in the back.

Quite a stretch lay between the airport and the city center.

Once they hit the freeway, Monica inquired, “Your grandfather told you to come back?”

“He’s seriously ill and he wants to meet one last time.”

“I heard the family is under your stepmom’s control now. Jenifer, was it? You better be prepared when you meet her.”

“Mhmm…” Jeanne hummed with a nod. There was a hint of menace behind her subtly squinted eyes.

“That b*tch, Jasmine, is going to marry Eden this month. They say an event of great joy can be auspicious and hasten the old man’s recovery.”

“I heard.”

“Then…” Monica had a cautious glance at her friend. “Do you still… You know… think about Eden?”

“You’re overreacting.”

“What? I’m overreacting? You guys were lovebirds then! If it wasn’t for that b*tch Jasmine, you’re the one who should be the bride, not her!” Monica said with gnashing teeth.

“If she’s able to ruin our relationship, then our relationship wasn’t that strong in the first place.” Jeanne was not overly concerned.

“I guess you’re right.” Monica nodded. “Then, who’s the father of your son?”

Monica only knew that Jeanne got pregnant after she was sent away by her father seven years ago. She had been pressuring her friend for the past seven years and she still did not get the answer. It was driving her crazy.

“It’s just some man,” Jeanne answered nonchalantly.

She patronized Monica every single time.

A frown appeared on Monica's face. “I know it’s a man, come on! It wouldn’t be a pig, am I right?”

Jeanne let out a giggle. “Yeah, it’s a pig. That’s why I named my son George.”

George's eyes widened in shock.

Monica stood speechless. Jeanne's dodging manner would surely make her go insane someday.

They kept talking during the 40-minute ride to the Lawrence family's estate.

The vehicle pulled up right at the entrance gate.

Jeanne got out carrying George.

“Do you need me to go in with you?” Monica asked.

Monica could never erase the memories of what occurred seven years prior in this location. While she wished for her friend to return home, she honored Jeanne's choice to remain distant.

If she were in Jeanne's position, she'd refuse to ever enter that manor again for the rest of her days.

“It’s okay.” Jeanne smiled brightly.

Now that she'd chosen to return, fleeing like a coward was not in her plans.

She spun around and spotted the sign displaying the Lawrence name.

A wicked smile formed on her lips.

She vowed to claim her vengeance. Having exited the manor during her lowest point, she was determined to seize back everything due to her, tenfold!

She glanced at George. “Let’s go.”