Chapter 467 Pregnant Johanna was moved, but she took a deep breath and made up her mind. “I’m not interested in what
went on between you and your first love. I don’t want to know and neither do I want to marry you
again,” she insisted, pushing his hands away. Timothy was taken aback. He went in front and looked
her in the eyes. “I’ve explained everything to you, yet you still choose not to believe me?” Johanna kept
quiet. She took out a shirt from the closet and put it on. “What can I do to make you believe me?” Never
in his life had he ever put himself down to beg someone. Johanna was his weak spot. He was not
serious when he married Johanna since he simply wanted to know what it felt like to be married. But
after spending four years with her, he could not help but fall for her. He loved how Johanna used to
always stick by his side like a child. After their divorce, the whole house became lifeless, and Timothy
felt lonely.
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“I know I didn’t give you a memorable wedding, but all that can change. I can get you a ring and a
wedding dress and I will propose to you again.” Timothy took a step forward, wanting to pull her into his
arms. Johanna did not even give him a chance. She pushed his hand away and darted backward. “Did
you not hear what I say? We’re divorced, Timothy!” she repeated with a cold look on her face. “I’ll call
the police and report you for sexual harassment if you ever bring me here again.” The smile on
Timothy’s face faded away as he gazed at her. “Why do you not believe me?” he asked after a moment
of silence. “Is it because you have fallen for someone else? Is that why you wanted a divorce?” That
was the only explanation he could think of for her nonchalance when they went for a divorce. “I don’t
care what you think about me, Timothy.” Johanna was not interested in continuing the conversation, so
she put on a miniskirt and turned to leave. Before she went out, she went over to the bed, pick up her
phone from the rug, and put it back in her bag. Breakfast was already prepared and laid out on the
dining table when she left. It was all her favorite food.
Johanna stopped when she saw it, but she still decided to leave in the end. She felt a lump in her throat
the moment she entered the elevator, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Seeing that she was
almost reaching the ground floor, Johanna quickly wiped away her tears and swallowed her grief. A cab
happened to pass by the residential area, so she hailed the car. When she opened the door, a
disturbing smell of cheap leather came toward her. Johanna closed the door and dashed over to the
bin, gagging. She stood there for a while as she rested her palms on her knees. Thinking that it was
because she had not eaten anything, she navigated her way to the subway station and bought some
food at a store next to it. The nauseating feeling was dispelled after she had some food, so she
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmscanned her card and went into the station. However, when she entered the carriage, she felt like
vomiting again although there was no unusual smell in the subway. Noticing a woman carrying a tote
with wordings to the effect of looking out for pregnant women, Johanna gave up her seat for that lady
despite her own discomfort. “Thank you,” the woman said.
“No problem,” Johanna replied, then sent a text message to a design workshop representative she was
working with on WhatsApp. Suddenly, she looked up at the woman, alarmed. The woman had placed
her bag on her lap, and its wordings appeared to be unusually glaring in Johanna’s eyes. Her hands
shuddered. No way… After she reached the station, Johanna rushed out and went to the nearest
drugstore using the navigation to get what she wanted before heading to the production company.
When she was finally done with her work, she took her bag and went to the restroom. The result of the
pregnancy test showed in no time. It was a single line. Johanna heaved a sigh of relief, but she saw
something else the next second. Another vague line had gradually appeared. She was pregnant.