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Chapter 137: Chapter 137: I Will Make You Wish You Were Never Born

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Michael Gallagher, sitting nearby, wanted to turn a blind eye, but the embrace of the two was too striking and his eyes could not escape the sight.

“Are you pretending like I don’t exist?” Michael’s voice, deliberately lowered, bore a trace of anger.

Michael’s voice came like a splash of cold water, causing Molly Walker to shiver.

Pushing Harry Lambert away fiercely, she took a deep breath and said, “No. 6,

I’ll explain our situation later. I have something to discuss with Michael now.” Having said that, she looked at Michael. She slightly tugged at her thin lips and calmly said, “Let’s go.”

Harry tightly bit his lip, clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles had started turning white.

Molly saw Harry in this state, softly sighed, and said gently, “1 don’t blame you.”

She didn’t blame him.

At her words, Harry suddenly relaxed and replied with a hoarse voice, “Then I’ll wait for you.”

Watching the lingering connection between the two, Michael’s jawline tensed, with a fire of rage burning in his heart.

He tried to convince himself that she had divorced him, but no matter the convincing, seeing another man treating her this way made him lose control.

Jake Leaford was right. Had he gone mad, could he really turn to be her backup?

His gaze briefly crossed her belly, deepening his emotions.

Becoming a father?

Impossible!

Michael’s thin lips breathed an air of indifference.

Molly dared not look at his expression, leaving quickly. When they left the hospital, Molly said to him, “Tell me what you want to say here, and keep it concise. ”

Seeing her somewhat rushed manner, Michael sneered, “You’re in such a hurry because you’re afraid Harry will be waiting too long?”

Molly frowned, “That’s my business.”

As she prepared to say more, seeing Michael’s cold expression, she swallowed her doubts.

For a moment she thought she sensed jealousy in Michael?

To verify her thoughts, she asked thoughtfully, “Are you angry?”

Michael frowned, about to deny it when she again asked, “If I guessed it right, you’re jealous?”

Michael was taken aback.

A playful smile tugged at the corners of Molly’s lips as if she had discovered a new land, and she began to tease, “Michael Gallagher, we were married for three years. Do not tell me that you have feelings for me now?”

Michael stared at her for a moment, his face not revealing any particular emotion.

Molly’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Michael averted his gaze, scoffing.

The tail of his voice fell gradually.

Molly smirked playfully, her eyes curving like a charming cat, “Emotions are mostly realized afterwards. If you like me, just admit it. When Harry was holding me just now, you looked so upset as if your wife was having an affair. Plus, a few days ago, you risked your life to save mine. It’s hard for me not to overthink. ”

Her voice was as soft as velvet, like a feather stroking his heartstrings.

Michael watched the woman before him, deliberately enticing him. He moved his fingers and gently clasped her chin.

“And you… when you married me, was it because you liked me?”

“Staying as my secret wife all alone for three years, you didn’t even give me many reasons not to overthink.”

His fingertips were somewhat rough, brushing against her chin, making her feel hot all over.

Molly hastily looked down, pulled her chin away, avoiding his touch.

“l was working in your company, you proposed to me and I felt like I couldn’t refuse. I needed that job at Gallagher.” Molly lied effortlessly, “It wasn’t about liking you, but I didn’t dislike you either.”

“You needed that job?” Michael scoffed, “From high school onwards, you never applied for student aid. Your grandmother’s yearly income was not even

enough to pay for half a semester of your tuition. If you didn’t apply, how did you pay?

“You clearly don’t need the money, you don’t need a job at Gallagher,” Michael’s tone was light, but icy cold.

Molly’s heart sank sharply.

Indeed, she didn’t lack money. The reason she married Michael was because she was in love at that time and wanted to experience a real relationship.

But she couldn’t possibly reveal her true status.

“Yes, I don’t lack money,” Molly Walker breathed out amidst a bitter smile, “Because I like you.”

“When I married you, 1 genuinely wanted to be with you.”

She had even nearly severed her ties with the organization to be a good secret wife.

She was scared that Michael Gallagher might discover her connection with the organization, forcing her to leave the Gallagher family.

She knew that at that time, Michael Gallagher wanted nothing more than a simple and ordinary wife, not the heir of the “W Organization.”

“Like me?” Michael Gallagher curled his lips into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “You think 1 would believe that?”

Surprised, Molly’s beautiful eyes widened as her face turned red, making her feel somewhat humiliated.

She slowly lowered her head, her voice carrying a broken sob, “Believe it or not, we are divorced now and everything has ended.”

“No, it’s not over yet.” Michael Gallagher stared at her coldly and ruthlessly, as if he wanted to dissect her, “If I find out you married me with ulterior motives, I will make you wish you were dead.”

Molly’s heart trembled ruthlessly.

Suddenly, her heart felt like it was being strangled, making it hard for her to breathe.

Before she could say anything more, Michael Gallagher had already turned around and left.

Watching his retreating back, Molly’s nose turned sour.

She knew that there was nothing he hated more than being lied to.

During their three years of marriage, he had always been good to her, always looking after her work.

It was her who had breached their agreement first by falling for him.

With his words, “l will make you wish you were dead” ringing in her ears, Molly’s heart pounded crazily.

Had he discovered something?

She stood there, not knowing how long it had been before Harry Lambert walked over.

Seeing her red and sad eyes, his eyes turned red too.

“You still can’t let him go?”

Molly smiled wryly, whispering, “Do you think he might have discovered something?”

“According to your original plan, you should have divorced him in the second year of your marriage,” Harry Lambert paused, letting out a small sigh.

Yes, it was all because of her own greed.

Craving the little bit of warmth given by Michael Gallagher, the marriage lasted three years, dragging on until Isabelle Richardson returned, the grandmother died, only then did she bring up divorce.

Perhaps if she had divorced Michael Gallagher earlier, the grandmother might not have died prematurely.

Molly wanted to laugh, but found that she couldn’t. As she tried to force out a laugh, her eyes began to blur.

Seeing her like this, Harry Lambert felt like his heart was being torn apart.

His heart was tightly squeezed, suddenly shrinking into a ball and simmering in excruciating pain.

“If only… you hadn’t married him back then.”

But he knew that given the circumstances at the time, he had no power to prevent or make decisions.

Under such circumstances, she had no choice but to marry Michael Gallagher.

Harry Lambert’s beautiful eyes shone slightly, his voice carrying a hint of chilliness, “As long as you don’t care about him, he can’t hurt you.”

Yes, as long as she didn’t care about Michael Gallagher, whether he despised her or hated her, it would be none of her concern.

But could she really remain indifferent?

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She placed her hand on her belly, a warmth spreading from her midsection to the palm of her hand.

Buried in her belly, was a bond between her and Michael Gallagher too…

On the road next to them, a Maybach drove by.

In the car, the assistant took a look at Michael Gallagher in the rearview mirror, hesitantly saying, “Mr. Gallagher, that Harry Lambert doesn’t look like a good guy.”

Would there be a problem if he just let them be together?

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