Chapter 4 THE FIRST MAN TO KNOW ABOUT THE PREGNANCY

He was Damien Knight from Knight Royal Corp. A young businessman who was very famous and became the only toughest rival company for Golden Finn Group.

Damien Knight was known for his fierceness and showed no mercy in crushing his business rivals. A business that had made his father lose his life, because his business enemy cheated and caused his father to have a heart attack and die instantly. That was also what made Damien Knight's blood boil and determined to eliminate the archenemy who had cheated his father and took his father's life years ago.

Rose Magenta opened her eyes slowly when she started to regain consciousness. Her eyes felt dazzled, and her hand quickly blocked the light that had pierced into her retina.

"Miss... you're awake?"

A deep voice was heard beside her. Making Rose Magenta immediately turn her face toward the source of the voice.

Tap!

Rose Magenta's and Damien Knight's gazes met at the same point.

"Who are you, Sir?!"

Rose Magenta was so surprised to see a man sitting beside her bed. The man looked so neat, his clothes also looked like a rich person whose money seemed brandless. Then Rose Magenta's eyes looked around, and suddenly she realized that she was in a hospital.

Suddenly, Rose Magenta remembered that she was very thirsty after leaving a company that rejected her job application, and she was crossing the road to buy mineral water sold across the street. After that, everything went dark, and she didn't remember what had happened to her.

"I found you unconscious on the roadside earlier."

"O-oh... I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you for helping me," said Rose Magenta stammering, feeling very panicked thinking about the hospital costs. Because her money was already running low, and maybe it was only enough to pay the nurse who looked after her father at home this month.

"It's okay. Nice to meet you, my name is Damien Knight. What's your name, Miss?" Damien asked, pretending, because he had actually seen all of Rose Magenta's personal data from the job application letter that was still in his car, though he only skimmed it at the time.

"I-I... Rose. Rose Magenta, Sir."

Rose Magenta answered with a nervous feeling while touching her flat stomach. Her mind had just thought of the fetus in her womb, and instantly she felt very anxious thinking about the baby's safety inside.

"Don't worry. The doctor said the fetus in your womb is fine. Uh, should I call you Mrs. or Miss? But you still look very young, hehe," said Damien Knight awkwardly. And this strange thing was happening for the first time in his life.

Thump!

'So this man knows I'm pregnant?! Oh God, is this embarrassing? I'm pregnant without a husband. Will he accuse me of being an immoral woman?!'

Rose Magenta looked increasingly panicked. Her mind was so messy, and she also felt very ashamed of being pregnant without having a husband now. But Rose Magenta tried to strengthen her heart even though she had to accept all the bad assumptions from Damien Knight later.

"Ju-just call me Rose, Sir."

"You can also call me Damien, Rose."

Rose Magenta remained silent. Then she tried to get up from her lying position. Rose Magenta wanted to go home immediately so that the costs of this luxurious-looking hospital wouldn't continue to swell.

"Careful, Rose. The doctor said you need to rest first. Your pregnancy is too weak, if not properly cared for, it will have fatal consequences."

Damien Knight immediately stood up and held both of Rose Magenta's shoulders. Holding back the body that was trying to get up.

"What?!"

So shocked, Rose Magenta's eyes widened, staring deeply into Damien Knight's eyes full of questions.

"Calm down, it's okay. The important thing is you must rest and don't move too much for now. Even so, the doctor suggested seeing an obstetrician for more accurate checks. May I ask for your husband's phone number, Rose? I'll inform him so he can come here and accompany you."

Gulp!

Rose Magenta swallowed her saliva repeatedly when she heard Damien Knight's question. Her chest pounded hard, and her eyes began to warm up. What should she say?

Rose Magenta fell silent for quite a while, looking deep in thought. And that made Damien Knight frown immediately.

'What's wrong with her? Is she fighting with her husband? Or has she been abandoned by her husband? Or even... is she pregnant without a husband?!' Damien Knight silently observed Rose Magenta's panic.

"My-my husband, he-he has... passed away."

The pain and sadness made tears start to roll down from the corners of Rose Magenta's eyes. Rose Magenta was forced to lie and say that, rather than being continuously questioned and misunderstood as a cheap woman by Damien Knight.

No. She refused to be accused as a cheap woman. Even so, she also didn't want everyone to know she was divorced while pregnant like this. In any case, no one knew she was pregnant right now. The only person who knew was Damien Knight. Even her ex-husband didn't know.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know," Damien felt very guilty because his earlier question made Rose Magenta sad and cry like this.

"It's okay. Please just take me home, Sir."

Rose Magenta looked pleadingly at Damien Knight. Her weary eyes pierced Damien Knight's heart deeply. Imagining this beautiful young woman having to endure such suffering, the hardened figure that had always been part of him seemed to soften and melt.

'No wonder she's looking for a job. Does she also not have a father and mother? Father-in-law and mother-in-law? So she has to earn a living alone in her condition like this?!'

"Why? You're looking for a job, right? If you want, you can work with me. Coincidentally, there's a vacant position at my company," said Damien Knight, not showing his concern at all, because that was not who he was.

"Re-really? But-but I'm just a high school graduate, because back then my college was cut off halfway. Can I be accepted into your company, Sir?" asked Rose Magenta looking so enthusiastic, as if she forgot her earlier sadness. She really needed money, and the money she had was already very thin now.

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