Chapter 355 That’s My Child

Yancey glanced at Anne, who lay on the grass with her eyes closed. His gaze softened with affection.

Gently, he took off the scarf from around his neck and carefully draped it over her.

When he looked up at the girl who had approached, there was a cool detachment in his eyes.

“No, she’s my girlfriend.”

The girl awkwardly made a face and quickly walked away.

Anne wasn’t really asleep. She had felt Yancey cover her with the scarf.

She suddenly opened her eyes, smiling. “Are you using me to fend off your admirers?”

Yancey pressed his lips together slightly.

It was the first time Anne saw such a vulnerable expression on a guy’s face, and it amused her.

At that moment, she thought that spending most of the cold winter night waiting for the Gemini meteor shower had been worth it.

When the first meteor streaked across the sky, Anne nudged Yancey to make a wish.

The medical school building was perched on a hill with little light pollution. At that time, they were surrounded by darkness.

A breeze blew through, and Yancey stood in the open field, hands clasped together, gazing at the stars with a deep sense of reverence.

His lips moved slightly, his voice low but clear. He looked off in the distance toward Anne and whispered a name, “Anne.”

Though his voice was soft, it was unmistakable in the quiet of the mountain night.

Anne paused, half-joking as she said, “Are there any other Annes in your life?”

Yancey was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.

“My wish… is you.”

The air in the mountains was crisp and refreshing.

Though it was winter, the night wasn’t cold.

At that moment, Anne felt her heart stir deeply at Yancey’s words.

“The stars at your university aren’t as impressive as I thought,” she finally said after a long silence. “Well, tonight wasn’t a waste.”

She hadn’t expected Yancey to take her words so seriously.

Anne thought he might have misunderstood. Her words may have given him the wrong idea.

As her thoughts drifted, Anne glanced at Yancey, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

“Yancey, you’re 21, and I’m almost 25. I’m four years older than you, and I plan to keep this baby.

“Do you know what that means? I imagine you won’t want to suddenly become a father in your early twenties.”

“How do you know I don’t want to?” Yancey’s gaze dropped to Anne’s belly. “Anne, that’s my child. I’m its father.”

At that moment, the password lock on Anne’s front door beeped as Dante unlocked it.

Dante had figured out the code. As he stepped inside, the first thing he heard was Yancey’s voice.

“I’m its father,” Yancey said.

Without hesitation, Dante swung his fist at Yancey’s face.

The blow landed hard, and blood immediately trickled from the corner of Yancey’s mouth.

Dante grabbed him by the shoulders, glaring at him furiously. “Did you touch her? Did you sleep with her? Did you get her pregnant?!”

Misunderstandings spiraled like this.

Dante had convinced himself that the child in Anne’s belly was his.

In a blind rage, Dante landed punch after punch on Yancey’s face.

Anne was terrified, rushing forward to intervene. “Dante, have you lost your mind?!”

“Yes, I’ve lost my mind! I want to kill him!”

The wild fury in Dante’s eyes was terrifying. Anne wanted to stop him but was afraid of hurting the baby in her belly.

“Dante, in an hour, we’re supposed to be at the courthouse for our divorce.

“We’re about to be divorced. Who I’m having a child with is none of your business.

“Yancey is the man I love. Dante, don’t hurt him. Don’t make me hate you.”