Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 833

Joshua’s hands that were tucking the bedcovers around her paused mid-air. He frowned, gently reaching out a hand and patted her head. "That's silly. Your health is in such a poor condition now, becoming pregnant now? Are you trying to worsen your condition?"

Fiona lowered her head, a flash of urgency passing through her eyes. She almost forgot, in Joshua's eyes, she was a critically ill woman.

She bit her lip, her head lowered, her voice faint as she said, "But Joshua, I really want to give you a child. A child of our own. This way, someone will remember me after I die and pray for me on my death anniversary." 2

Joshua narrowed his eyes, smiling as he said flatly," I’ll remember you and pray for you even without a child.” With that, he stood up. "It's late, you should get some sleep.”

Fiona watched as he stood up and pursed her lips tightly together. "Joshua, do you...think I’m not good enough for you?"

She bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks quietly. "You said you would accompany me through my last days, you agreed to be with me. But in fact... like everyone else, you hate me and look down on me, don't you?"

Joshua narrowed his eyes, then turned and looked at her indifferently. "Why do you say that?"

"Because..." Fiona sniffed, a hint of a sob in her voice." We've been together for so long, but you...never slept with me. You even rejected me when I suggested giving you a child. But you used to say you didn’t have feelings for Ms. Luna, that you weren't very close to her when the two of you got married. But Ms. Luna gave you three children, and one that was miscarried... You didn’t reject her, but you rejected me so swiftly..."

Joshua closed his eyes and snorted, "Fiona, I promised to treat you well and I intend to keep it. By right, I’m now your boyfriend, I can do such things with you. But you know your own condition. You were so agitated when Shannon McCartney accused you of drugging Luna that you fell sick. When you saw Luna being beaten at the seafood market, you were so agitated your breathing quickened and you kept coughing. Sleeping with you would be much more strenuous. I didn't engage in those activities with you for your own good."

With that, he headed out without a single look backward. "I'm not a good father. I indirectly caused the deaths of two out of my four children. That’s why I don't plan on asking any other woman to bear my child for the rest of my life. I'm sorry." He closed the door to the ward behind him.

Fiona lay on the bed, biting her lip as she listened to the sound of his footsteps drifting away into the distance. She should not have listened to that woman's advice and put on an act as a critically ill patient. Even if she did act as a critically ill patient, she should not have chosen a weird disease that would be triggered whenever she grew emotional! Now that she had brought herself into this mess, he rejected her request to sleep with him easily with just a few simple sentences.

Fiona gritted her teeth in anger.

No!

Even if she had to make him drunk, she would do it. She was determined to have his child! Otherwise, what if one day her feigned illness was exposed, she would lose all hold on him. 2

Leaving Fiona’s ward, Joshua strode into the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, he shut his eyes and took out his phone, his face pale as a ghost. " Lucas."

On the other end of the phone, Lucas heard the other man’s hoarse voice and sighed involuntarily. "Sir, I’m already waiting for you at the entrance to the elevator upstairs. Don't worry.”

Only then did Joshua heave out a sigh of relief and ended the call. He leaned on the walls of the elevator helplessly, his eyelids fluttering shut.