My sugar daddy's father called to pressure him into marriage and urge him to have a child quickly. Liam remained unmoved and instead threatened his father: "If you dare try any tricks to produce a child for me, I'll strangle it to death and bury you both together." I listened from the side, trembling with fear. Seeing my reaction, Liam gently pulled me into his arms and coaxed, "Be good. I won't get married, and I won't have children." I nodded timidly. I didn't dare tell him that he actually already had a child. I gave birth to him. 1 Liam felt my palms going cold. He thought I was frightened. Afraid that he would abandon me after getting married. He frowned, his expression growing even colder. He told the person on the other end of the phone directly: "I'll go get a vasectomy tomorrow. I guarantee I'll end our family line." Liam's dad was so furious he could only stutter "You, you, you" for a long time. But Liam? He still had the presence of mind to comfort me. "Don't be afraid. I do what I say. I hate kids the most. It's best if I don't have an heir." A gentle kiss landed on my forehead. His tone was resolute. It seemed he was determined to end his bloodline. I forced a smile in return. In reality, my palms were sweating cold sweat. Liam didn't want children. What if he found out about Noah's existence? What if he really tried to strangle him? Liam's warm chest leaned in, and he kissed my cheek again. "Are you not coming back again tomorrow?" Although Liam and I were in a sugar daddy/baby relationship, I always spent two or three days a week away from his house. Because I needed to go back and spend time with my child. But I told Liam I was going home to keep my parents company. I answered him nervously. "Yeah, my mom isn't feeling well. I need to go back to do laundry and clean the house." "I can hire a nanny for your mom." I strongly declined: "No need, no need. My mom isn't used to that." If Liam really hired a nanny, wouldn't the fact that there was a child at home be exposed? Liam remained silent for a long time. Although he was very unhappy about it, he still held it in. But he had to get some sweetness out of me in return. "Then let's do it one more time." "..." 2 I am intersex. Four years ago, I was betrayed by a friend. While escaping, I hid in a room with a slightly open door. And ran into Liam, who had also been drugged. I can't even remember clearly how we started kissing. In the dim room. His hand stopped at a certain place. He paused for a good while. "What is this?" Liam looked down at me, his eyes revealing a silent question. My face flushed red, and I bit his hand. "I can do either. Both are fine." His eyes darkened slightly, as if he understood something. We were like dry wood and a raging fire. We didn't stop until two or three in the morning. When I woke up the next day, an arm was still draped across my waist. The man beside me had his eyes closed. His eyelashes were long, his brow bone prominent, and his profile exceptional. It was a good-looking face that seemed both passionate and heartless. Thinking of his low panting in my ear last night, my face grew hot again. I didn't have time for regrets. I put on my clothes and hurriedly sneaked away. I thought that would be the end of it. But two weeks later, feeling unwell, I went to the hospital for a check-up. Only to discover I was pregnant. 3 My body is different from normal people's. I had originally planned to live my whole life alone. But this sudden little life disrupted my plans. He is my precious baby. The doctor said my body needed proper rest to keep the baby. So I quit my job and went back to my hometown. I didn't return until Noah was almost old enough for kindergarten. I found a job as a waiter at a club as a transition. One day, I was intentionally given a hard time by a group of people, and Liam saved me. "What are you spacing out for?" The man stood tall, his features cold and stern. An oppressive aura naturally emanated from him. We hadn't seen each other in three years. Yet I recognized him at a glance. But he seemed not to recognize me anymore. I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and awkwardly thanked him. "Thank you, sir." Liam stared at my face, seemingly noticing the shift in my emotions from expectation to disappointment. He asked, "Do I know you?" I froze, lowered my head, and said, "No." He looked down at me and didn't say anything more. He seemed to tacitly accept my answer. 4 Liam was a good person. He even arranged a very good new job for me. To thank him, I often brought him coffee or lunch and snacks I made myself. He accepted them all one by one. Without any disdain. I said Mr. Sterling was a good person, helped me out of a tight spot, and gave me a job. When my colleagues heard this, they looked as if they had seen a ghost. "Are we talking about the same Mr. Sterling?" After delivering things so many times. Liam and I became more and more familiar. I could even go on business trips with him. Once, I accompanied him to a banquet. He got drunk and asked me if I wanted to be with him. I looked at him blankly. "What?" Seeing me staring at him blankly, Liam chuckled softly. His tone was casual, yet revealing a hint of helplessness. "You blockhead. I've waited for you for so long, and I still have to be the one to ask?" I didn't understand his meaning, nor did I dare refute him. He looked at me, the emotion in his eyes slowly deepening, and he said slowly: "Be with me, and I can give you whatever you want." I finally understood. Liam wanted to keep me as his sugar baby. He hugged me, his burning breath sweeping across my neck. "Why do you smell like milk?" I froze. Noah was still at the age where he drank formula, so it was normal for me to smell a bit like milk. Liam's words suddenly threw me into a panic. TV shows always say wealthy families never let their bloodline live outside. I was afraid that if Liam knew Noah was his child, he would take him away. Fortunately, Liam didn't probe further. A low chuckle came from his throat, his voice slightly hoarse. "The cookies you made also tasted like this. Same smell as you. I even thought..." He didn't finish his sentence, but I understood his meaning from his actions and his eyes. My face instantly flushed red: "No! I don't, don't..." No wonder every time I brought him cookies, he looked at me with such a meaningful expression. He probably thought I liked him and was intentionally seducing him. When he found out I was different from normal people, he didn't show a shocked or disgusted expression. Instead, it was an out-of-control excitement. A fierce possessiveness and desire surged in his eyes. "If you get pregnant, will you produce milk?" "?" I was teased until I tried to escape, only to be dragged back by him. It wasn't until Liam found out I couldn't have children that he finally calmed down a bit. 5 After getting together with Liam, he treated me even better. He was never stingy with food, clothing, or expenses, and remembered all my preferences. If I casually mentioned something was delicious, I would be eating it the next day. Sometimes I even hallucinated that we weren't in a sugar daddy relationship, but were actually dating. But he never brought it up. And I didn't dare to ask. Afraid of bursting this illusion of warmth. Until that phone call urging him to marry. Liam became very strange. It was like he switched from a meat diet to a vegetarian one. He only used his hands to give me pleasure. It was the first time I had seen so many different toys. Each one was a different experience. Liam would ask in my ear: "Does it feel good, baby? Do you like it?" I bit my lip, enduring it. When I looked at him, my eyes were misty, hazy, and pitiful. Liam stared at me unblinkingly. He held back so hard the veins on his neck popped out. Even though he was incredibly jealous of the toys in his hands. His expression showing how much he hated them. He still didn't actually do it. This had never happened before. His possessiveness towards me had always been very strong. He would absolutely never let toys replace him. During the process, he would still ask how I felt. If I said I didn't like it or it was uncomfortable, he would get mad. "Don't like it? That means your hubby isn't working hard enough and hasn't satisfied you. Let's switch to a better one." If I said I liked it, he would get even madder. "You like this, what about me? Is this thing better than me?" Anyway, whatever I said was wrong. So I just stopped talking. When he saw me turn my face away and cry silently, he would lean over, pull me into his arms, and wipe my tears. He'd say resentfully: "You just know I can't bear to see you cry." I had no idea what he was struggling with. 6 After we finished, Liam went to the bathroom to take a cold shower again. I rested for a while before taking out my phone to reply to messages. In the contact saved as 【Mom】, there were several new voice messages. All of them were from Noah. As soon as I clicked play, I heard his soft, childish voice. "Daddy, I fell down at kindergarten today, but I didn't cwy. The teacher pwaised me." The next few voice messages were all him talking about what he did all day. My heart melted completely listening to him. After a lot of build-up, he finally couldn't help but ask in the last message: "Daddy, when are you coming home? I miss you." He was still small, right at the age where he clung to people. Not seeing me for a day and he already started missing me. I was just about to reply. When Liam's voice suddenly came from behind me. "Who is that? Why did I hear a child's voice?" My body stiffened. I immediately exited the chat interface and locked the screen. I turned around and saw Liam getting into bed after his shower. My heart was pounding, but I didn't dare show a hint of nervousness. "You misheard, I was just scrolling through videos." Liam raised an eyebrow and didn't overthink it. "Is that so." We fell asleep in each other's arms as usual that night. Thinking of Noah's words, I tentatively asked Liam. "Can I... go back tomorrow?" Liam's closed eyes opened again. He frowned, somewhat displeased. "It's not time yet, and you want to go back again?" He bit my ear in frustration, his words ambiguous. "Do you have a wife and kid to keep company when you go back?" My breath hitched, and I immediately retorted, "How is that possible?" Liam chuckled darkly, "When you act like this, it really makes me wonder if you have a second home besides this one." Hearing this, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I quickly leaned over and kissed him. "I don't. Someone in my family fell, I need to go back and check." Liam lost his temper completely after I kissed him. Ultimately, he agreed. "You really don't have a second home?" I lowered my head, looking at my nose, centering my focus. "I don't." "If you do, you're dead meat." "..." 7 Liam's father despises me. In his eyes, two men being together is abnormal. So he continued to introduce different women to Liam. Liam ignored them all. He would tell me everything he went to do. Like right now. 【Be good, baby. I'll bring you something delicious when I get back.】 He went to headquarters for a meeting today. He had just left for a little while and already sent me dozens of messages. I felt a bit helpless. 【Okay.】 After sitting for too long, I closed my phone and prepared to go to the pantry to get some hot water. As soon as I walked in, I heard colleagues gossiping about Liam. "It's true, Mr. Sterling's childhood sweetheart came back from abroad. He went on a date with her right after his meeting." "No wonder Mr. Sterling never had any women around him. Turns out his heart was already taken." "I have photo proof, look." I stood frozen in front of the water dispenser, even forgetting what I came to do. "Hey, Julian, aren't you on good terms with Mr. Sterling? Look and see if you recognize this woman." I was pulled over and saw the photo on my colleague's phone. I didn't recognize the woman, but the man next to her was indeed Liam. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, they really looked like a perfect match. I gave an awkward smile and said, "Sorry, I don't recognize her." "Oh well." I walked out of the pantry like a soulless body. I pulled out my phone and messaged Liam. 【What are you doing?】 He replied quickly: 【In a meeting, what's wrong?】 But the meeting was already over. He was lying to me. My entire body went ice cold. Liam's abnormal behavior lately seemed to have an explanation. The person he liked had returned. So he didn't need me anymore. We only had a transactional relationship. Who he liked, who he was with. I had no right to ask. He lied to me, but haven't I kept things from him too? I could only reply: 【Nothing.】 But my heart felt like a boulder was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. 8 Liam wasn't at the company today. So I took the day off to pick up Noah from school. Originally, I thought that after Liam and I were no longer just a transaction. After we officially got together, I would tell him. But then I learned he hated children. So I kept it an even tighter secret. But maybe I won't have to hide it anymore in the future. Little Noah was very happy to see me when he came out. Because usually, his grandmother picked him up. "Daddy!" He ran over. His soft, fair little face turned rosy. My heart melted completely, and I picked him up. "Are you happy?" "Happy!" He looked incredibly cute when he smiled, his eyes curving. He looked a lot like me, but you could also see traces of Liam in him. Just seeing him made me feel content. If Liam likes someone else, then let him. Having my precious son is enough for me. I took Noah to the mall to buy toys, and also went to a bakery to buy cake. This bakery was very expensive and very famous. "Daddy, can I have two pieces of cake today?" "You can, but don't tell Grandma." As we walked out after buying the cake, we bumped into two unexpected people. "Julian?" A familiar voice sounded from ahead. I froze in place instantly. Looking up, I saw Liam and the woman from the photo. I heard she was the daughter of Liam's professor, from an academic family. The two grew up together. She was looking at me, but I didn't dare look at her. An indescribable soreness surged from the bottom of my heart, rushing violently to my throat. It stung unbearably, like something was blocking it. I was afraid to see them. Liam and she were childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven. I was the shameful lover kept in the dark. The fake pearl occupying the magpie's nest. Liam's eyes flickered when he saw me, seemingly wanting to say something. Then he saw the little boy I was holding. He frowned and asked, "Who is he?" Noah's eyes looked exactly like his, just much more innocent and tender. Two similar pairs of eyes stared at each other, harboring the same confusion. I wanted to lie: "He is..." But children can't lie. Noah tugged at my hand. He looked up and asked me: "Daddy, who is he?" Liam froze. Then his expression changed drastically, becoming dark and terrifying. His voice was slow, carrying a strong sense of oppression. "What did he call you?"
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