A Love 32 Years Apart

It was getting cold in Violetmage in autumn.

"I'm 8 weeks' pregnant. The baby is Mr. Marshall's."

"Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall loves me—not you. You're just his wife on paper."

"You and Mr. Marshall have been married for three years, but you don't have any kids yet. You don't deserve to be his wife at all!"

A woman dressed head-to-toe in designer brands barged inside the house, accompanied by two maids and three bodyguards. She looked down at Kallie Marshall arrogantly.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, Kallie sighed and calmly returned the woman's gaze.

Her expression was soft and gentle, and her voice was as smooth as velvet.

"And you are...?" Kallie asked with a soft smile.

The woman, Jocelyn Owen, was stunned.

As the most popular star in the entertainment circle, she believed she had become a household name. How could this bitch not know her? Jocelyn gritted her teeth, thinking that Kallie was feigning ignorance on purpose.

"Jocelyn Owen," she spat angrily. "Mrs. Marshall, please be sensible and sign the divorce agreement. Quit pestering Mr. Marshall!"

She looked at Kallie domineeringly, but to her surprise, the latter looked almost... leisurely. It was as though Kallie didn't take her threat seriously at all!

All of a sudden, Jocelyn became a little restless. Before she could say anything more, Kallie stood up with a smile, but her eyes were devoid of warmth.

Kallie strutted over to Jocelyn and started to speak slowly. "Miss Owen, just this year, over thirty women have come to me and told me that they're pregnant with Bellamy's child."

Jocelyn's face changed.

"You're not the first, and you won't be the last." Kallie was still smiling, which sent shivers down Jocelyn's spine.

Jocelyn found it a little creepy when she heard Kallie's flat chuckle. When Kallie calmly put her hand on Jocelyn's belly, the latter subconsciously stepped back.

"Wh-what are you doing? Don't you dare try to hurt my baby! I know what you're thinking!" Feeling uneasy, Jocelyn protectively covered her belly.

"Miss Owen, are you sure this child is Bellamy's?" Kallie's smile widened.

"Of course!" Jocelyn said stubbornly.

"I see." Kallie let out another lifeless chuckle. "Miss Owen, you probably don't know this, but Bellamy had a vasectomy in order to avoid troubles like this. But since you're so sure that the child is his, why not run a DNA test when you give birth to it? As you said, Bellamy and I don't have any children of our own, so the Marshall family is anxious to have an heir. We'll definitely treat you well if the child is Bellamy's."

Hearing this, panic filled Jocelyn's eyes.

"But Miss Owen, if we find out you're lying, then..." Kallie's lighthearted tone took a dangerous turn.

Her lazy, unhurried attitude suddenly disappeared, replaced with coldness. She stared daggers at Jocelyn, which made her tremble.

"Bellamy hates liars the most. Do you know what happens to those who lie to him?" Kallie stopped right in front of Jocelyn and said nothing more.

Jocelyn wasn't as arrogant as before. With her head bowed, she turned around and left quickly.

In essence, Kallie just warned Jocelyn that she could make her vanish from Violetmage without a trace.

Seeing Jocelyn leave, Kallie sighed quietly. She had gotten good at dealing with these troublemakers.

There were always women who showed up to make trouble. Initially, Kallie was scared of them. But now, she had learned how to deal with such troublemakers within ten minutes. Shooing them away was a piece of cake for her now, so she felt no sense of achievement at all at this moment.

She lowered her head absentmindedly, but after a while, she saw the silhouette of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.

It was none other than her husband, Bellamy Marshall. The man had obviously seen and heard everything. But he had simply watched the fun; he had no intention of stepping in. It was as though the situation wasn't caused by him in the first place.

Without raising her head, Kallie sneered silently. Suddenly, the figure came closer, and then a pair of strong arms grabbed her by the waist. The next moment, she was pressed against the man's firm, broad chest.

The sickly sweet smell of tobacco wafted to her nose. Without raising her head, Kallie knew that it was Bellamy.