A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 409

"I see!" A smile crossed Elizabeth's face. "Lawrence, I won't mention what happened before. However, heed my words: you must produce a great-grandchild for me as soon as possible. If you dare to disobey my order, I will have your superior strip you of your title tomorrow."

The old woman looked just as serious as she when she was commanding thousands of people in the past.

Lawrence was powerless against such a decree. Why did he feel like his only worth in this world was to propagate the Lu line by producing a baby?

Was he just a baby-making machine?

"Are you confident that you can do it?" Elizabeth asked in a demanding voice, making him snap out of his daze.

"Got it," he replied. A dull throb started in his temples.

He didn't want to accept his fate, but the deed was done. Meagan was already his lawfully wedded wife. If he kept refusing to have a child, his grandmother might expire of anger.

Elizabeth said with a smile, "Just doing it once won't get you anywhere. The more you get together, the greater the chance of pregnancy will be! I'll tell the maid not to wake you up tomorrow morning. Go to bed now!"

Lawrence stared at his grandmother, awestruck.

'Grandma is definitely one of a kind!'

The bedroom door was closed. Meagan was nowhere in sight, and the pajamas that were on the bed earlier were gone.

He walked towards the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Come out!"

After a while, the door slowly opened, revealing his wife. Her long hair cascaded freely over his shoulders, and her face was red. "You're back!"

"I want to take a shower," he said.

"Okay." Meagan quickly stepped aside and strode past him into the bedroom.

Her heart skipped a bit when her wrist was grabbed by a powerful hand.

"Get ready," he whispered into her ear.

Meagan was not a child anymore-she instantly understood what he meant. Was there any way for her to refuse?

In her nervousness, Meagan's heart pounded loudly in her chest. She sat on the bed, almost suffocating, while Lawrence went to take a shower.

'Should I make an excuse to leave?' she wondered. She really didn't want to face what was supposed to happen next.

The shower Lawrence took was a quick one. While Meagan was deliberating on whether she should escape, the bathroom door swung open.

The man strode out of the bathroom, a towel in one hand to dry his short hair and another wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water that he must have missed while drying his body glistened as they rolled down along his well-defined muscles.

Meagan could do nothing but stare.

Once he was done drying his hair, Lawrence put the towel aside and approached Meagan. Following her gaze, he looked down at his torso and asked, "How do I look?"

Her eyes wide open, Meagan nodded, blurting out, "Great!" His figure looked like it belonged to a sculpture. It wasn't like she hadn't seen men's bodies before, but never had he seen any man with such a god-like physique.

Lawrence casually slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to sit on the side of the bed. "Let's go!"

"Where are we going?" Meagan asked, confused.

"To bed!" he replied cheekily.

The words stopped Meagan's train of thought.

Slowly, he pressed her back to lie on the bed, his imposing body pushing hers into the mattress. Her heart in her throat, Meagan glanced everywhere in the room except into Lawrence's eyes. "Can you turn off the light?"

Lawrence was not in agreement. "No rush, I'm not familiar with your body yet. Wait until I get to thoroughly study it first." He was a green hand in this respect, and he needed to know her body before he could make his move.

Eventually, he went and woke up Meagan.

Her eyes heavy with sleep, she asked in a hoarse voice, "What's up?"

The words he was about to say vanished from his mind as he stared at her. The thought of last night had his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, and a flame started to grow inside him. He pretended to be calm under the woman's befuddled stare. "Get up and have lunch. Then you can sleep again."

"Thank you. I don't feel like eating right now." In her exhaustion, she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.

"Here, eat something." Ignoring her, Lawrence uncovered the soup bowl and swirled the soup spoon in it. "I've brought you some soup."

Meagan stirred slightly and whispered, "I... I can't get up." She had no strength at all.

Lawrence gawked at her, and the sounds of her moans and pleas last night replayed in his head. Then, snapping out of his trance, he pulled away the blanket from her and helped her up in the next instant.

Meagan took the spoon from him, but the utensil immediately fell to the bed because even her hand had no strength. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She didn't drop the spoon on purpose. Last night zapped her of energy that she couldn't even hold the spoon.

"It doesn't matter. Wait a minute." Lawrence picked up the spoon and went to the bathroom to rinse it.

When he came out again, he took the soup bowl and said, "Let me feed you."

"Forget it. I'm too hungry. Give it to me!" Meagan was not that weak, and she decided to try eating unassisted once more.

However, Lawrence didn't listen to her. Scooping up a spoonful of soup, he brought the spoon close to her mouth. She was left with no choice but to eat it.

While feeding her the soup, he said casually, "Grandma told me to explain to you."

"Explain what?"