<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1177 More Lively</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I know. You should hurry to the hospital,” he replied.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After Jocelyn left. Nichs slumped tiredly onto the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon knowing that he had returned, Cassandra could hardly wait to find him. “Nichs, my mom and Cassina have been at Rainsworth Manor for quite some time now, and you haven’t even bothered to entertain them.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing that, Nichs looked up at her. “Aren’t you around? Please entertain Man and Cassina on my behalf</font></font>N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing the form of address he used, Cassandra was overjoyed and clung to his arm. “I’m not you, am I? As the</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">you should entertain them. I’m sure my mom would be thrilled.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right, I’ll go tomorrow,” responded Nichs..</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra noticed that he was constantly following her lead. She couldn’t help but reach out to undo Nichs‘ shirt buttons.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">They had been together for such a long time, yet she had never truly touched Nichs.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The only time was when she tried to slip him some medicine, but he discovered it.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A button had just been undone when, in the next moment, Nichs seized Cassandra’s wrist.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Stop messing around. You’re still pregnant.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s been almost three months. It’s okay,” Cassandra exined.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs sternly said, “Don’t joke about matters involving your pregnancy, understand?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After he finished speaking, he gradually pried open Cassandra’s hand and stood up, ready to return to his room.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra’s hand froze in ce, the repeated rejections causing her mind to roar.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She hung her head low, unable to hold back her question any longer. “Nichs, d–do you have some sort of mental issue?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">she asked.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If it wasn’t a matter of the mind, then it surely was of the body.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs had always been in poor health, living abroad for treatment. She wondered if there were issues rted to his physical condition.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra, despite her affection for Nichs, had no intention of marrying a man who couldn’t provide her happiness. She wasn’t ready to live a life of unfulfilled desires.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs paused in his steps, turning back to look at her.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What did you say?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra clenched her hands, looking up at him directly. “We’re about to get married. If there’s anything physically or mentally troubling you, I hope we can be honest with each other and not deceive one another.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Any other man would have undoubtedly been in a hurry to prove himself, but not Nichs. His eyes remained calm and undisturbed.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t worry. Before we get married, I’ll provide you with a health check–up report.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After he finished speaking, he never looked back. He returned to his room and closed the door.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra sat on the couch, gazing at Nichs‘ room with a hint of regret. How could I have possibly asked Nichs that question just now? It sounded as though I didn’t trust him.</font></font>


    However, regret was futile, and indeed, she couldn’t ept a married life that didn’t involve s*x.


    Cassandra rested her hand on her lower abdomen, hoping to wait until the child grew a little more before deciding what to do next.


    After returning to his room, Nichs immediately removed the clothes that Cassandra had touched earlier and discarded them straight into the trash bin.


    Nichs was getting married, and Wren, who was ustomed to his carefree life, had returned.


    Returning together was Adrian’s father, who was also Nathaniel’s uncle, Robert.


    Robert had returned not just to attend Nichs‘ wedding, but he was also there to seize control of Rainsworth Group. Additionally, he was on a quest to find his good–for–nothing son.


    Not long before, Miranda had a falling our with Adrian. It was only after their argument that she realized Adrian missing.


    Unable to find him, she had no choice but to call Adrian’s father, who was far away overseas.


    After entrusting his overseas business to Theodore, Robert hurriedly returned home.


    Naturally, Nathaniel quickly became aware of this matter.


    When Mason reported to him, he was somewhat worried. “Robert must have returned this time to seize Orion Corporation.”


    Nathaniel remained unconcerned. “That is even better. It’ll be more lively.”