Chapter 182
The Rolls-Royce pulled up to the White Estate.
Camila turned to Alexander Ramirez. “Alex, can you come in with me for a little while? I’m not feeling well today, just sort of sore all over. Please? Just for a bit p>
Alexander stared straight ahead, not even glancing at her. His voice was cold. “If you’re not feeling well, you should get to bed early. I’m not a wonder drug p>
His words left her speechless. She studied his stoic profile for a moment, then forced an unnatural smile. “You’re right. It’s late. You should get some rest too. I’ll bring you lunch at The Ramirez Group tomorrow p>
If he wouldn’t come to her, she would go to him. She’d already come this far; a little more shamelessness wouldn’t hurt.
Alexander shot her a look, his eyes laced with impatience. “You’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be running around. Stay home.” Googlį“ search
“It’s fine. I’ve been learning to cook a few new dishes, and I thought p>
Before she could finish, Alexander turned his head fully to face her, his gaze sharp and cold. His deep, dark eyes were like frost, seeming to freeze the very air around them.
The intensity of his stare made her skin crawl, and the rest of her words died in her throat.
Finally, she stammered, “Well… I’ll just head inside then p>
She opened the door and got out. She had wanted to say goodbye, but the moment the door clicked shut, the car sped away.
Camila bit her lower lip, her face pale.
As she entered the house, Luke White’s voice called out, “You’re back already? Didn’t Alexander take you anywhere else p>
He had specifically made an excuse to give the two of them more time alone. He was counting on Camila to secure her hold on Alexander.
Camila sounded weary. “He saw I was a bit tired, so he brought me home p>
“It seems Alexander is quite considerate of you,” Luke said, pleased.
Seeing Camila about to pour herself a glass of water, he stopped her and poured one himself, handing it to her. “I never thought you’d actually pull it off,” Luke praised. “Getting pregnant before the wedding might attract some gossip, but it doesn’t matter. Soon you’ll be Alexander Ramirez’s wife, and no one will dare to question you p>
“With The Ramirez Group as our backer, no one will dare to cross us. Just get Alexander to invest his money in The White Group, and we’ll have nothing to worry about p>
The wrinkles on Luke’s face deepened as he smiled, lost in his fantasies of the future.
Camila set her glass down. “Dad, you promised. You said that if I could secure an investment from The Ramirez Group or marry into the Ramirez family, you would let me manage The White Group p>
Luke’s triumphant expression
vanished. He let out a dry laugh. “Camila, once you marry Alexander you’ll be part of the Ramirez family. Why would you want to trouble yourself with managing The White Group? Just focus on being Mrs. Ramirez p>
Camila’s face hardened. “Are you going back on your word p>
“Once you’re married, you belong to another family. How could I hand The White Group over to an outsider? Benjamin will recover soon, and he’ll return to the company p>
“But Dad, after all those scandals, do you really think Benjamin can still run the company? Aren’t you afraid he’ll bankrupt The White Group completely p>
Camila couldn’t believe her father was breaking his promise. After everything she’d done to marry into the Ramirez family, he was still giving the company to Benjamin.
Luke’s patience wore thin, and his tone turned harsh. “I don’t need you to question my decisions! Benjamin is my only son. Who else would I give the company to? Your job fight now is to take care of you c
pregnancy. Once the baby is born,
you’ll marry Alexander Ramirez. Stay out of everything else p>
He was unaware that a paternity test was required after the birth; he simply assumed they were delaying the wedding because planning it would be too stressful for a pregnant Camila.
With that, Luke turned and went to his room. Camila’s hands clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms. A furious fire burned in her eyes as she stared after her father.
Why? Why did everything have to go to that useless spendthrift?
Her phone, still in her purse, began to ring.
After a long moment, Camila finally relaxed her hands and took it out.
“Come out,” an angry voice commanded from the other end.