Richest Mogul
Chapter 470

Chapter 470

Two hours later, the wreckage of their passion was strewn across the suite. Clothes

lay scattered in every corner, and the air hung heavy with a lingering musk.

“Mr. Hughes,” Annabelle’s voice was a soft murmur laced with exhaustion. Would

you like something to eat? I brought food from that delicious restaurant we visited

before.”

She knew her skills in the bedroom were undeniable. After all, Jeremy wouldn’t keep

returning for more if they weren’t.

Jeremy, a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaled a plume of smoke that obscured his features. He didn’t respond, leaving Annabelle feeling increasingly uneasy.

“Mr. Hughes?” Annabelle asked softly, her voice tinged with sweetness.

Jeremy stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at Annabelle. “Have you gained

weight recently?”

Annabelle felt discouraged. She was always conscious of her figure. Even though she knew she was pregnant, she didn’t dare to overeat and continued to exercise

daily.

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been staying home and eating too much since I haven’t been working. Mr. Hughes, do you dislike me now? If you do, I’ll go on a diet.”

Her belly had indeed grown a bit rounder. It was surprising that Jeremy noticed such

a subtle change.

Jeremy nodded slightly. Then, as if an afterthought, he added, “You don’t need to return to Jipsburg City. Stay here from now on.”

Annabelle’s smile faltered, a flicker of something else crossing her expression. “Okay,

she said simply.

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After each encounter, he retreated back into his shell of indifference, ever wary of her clinging too tightly. His coldness was even more pronounced than she’d anticipated.

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“Mr. Hughes,” she pleaded, her voice thick with unshed tears, “could you at least let me know when you’re coming to Yley City? I could keep you company, just don’t shut me out. You know how much I love you, how sincere I am. Please.”

Such a humble request was hard for any man to refuse. Jeremy lit another cigarette.

He took a drag before finally saying, “Alright. Let’s eat.”

Pushing her away, he wrapped a towel around his waist before striding out of bed.

Annabelle followed suit and got up as well.

They ate a few bites of the food Annabelle had brought.

Afterward, Annabelle took a shower. She didn’t cling to Jeremy or ask for any

promises. She simply left.

Once Annabelle was gone, Jeremy called room service to clean the suite.

The housekeeper, witnessing the disarrayed sheets, couldn’t help but scoff. “The rich sure know how to entertain themselves,” she muttered cynically.

Annabelle, meanwhile, had checked into a different hotel. Despite Yley City being her hometown, she had no desire to return. It represented everything she was desperately trying to escape–the poverty, the dysfunction. Her sights were set on a different life far above her current station. There would be no going back, no falling

back into the same trap.

Sitting in her car, Annabelle couldn’t help but recall the night of her 18th birthday. Her stepfather, Mason Chavez, had brought her a birthday cake–a rare show of

affection.

Blinded by the gesture, she hadn’t been cautious. The cake, she later discovered, had been laced with drugs. While unconscious, Mason had raped her.

Her mother, Raelyn Hernandez, knew what Mason had done and did nothing to stop it. She even said that since Annabelle was going to sleep with other men eventually, she might as well let Mason enjoy it first.