Mr.CEO, The Twins Look Just Like You

"Congratulations, Miss Moore," the doctor said. "According to the blood test results, you are already seven weeks pregnant. During this time, you should take care of yourself, rest, and ensure proper nutrition. Don't forget to take folic acid and come back for regular check-ups." Upon hearing the doctor's words, Ariella Moore couldn't help but place her hands gently on her small belly. She could hardly believe that there was already a little life growing inside her. Lately, she had been feeling a loss of appetite and occasional nausea. She had thought it was just a case of gastritis and had planned to visit the hospital for some medication. Little did she know that she was actually pregnant. Walking out of the hospital with the test results in her hand, Ariella hesitated on whether or not to tell Ramsay Ramirez. She took out her phone and opened the image that was engraved in her heart, only to close it again. She was indecisive, going back and forth, unable to make up her mind. She found a seat by the flowerbed at the entrance of the hospital. Three years ago, when her grandfather fell seriously ill, she had brought him to the city for treatment. It was at the hospital that she met an elderly man of similar age. It turned out that her grandfather and this man were old comrades who had fought together and saved each other's lives. That man was Ramsay's grandfather. The two elderly gentlemen had lost contact for many years, and their reunion was filled with excitement. At that time, her grandfather's condition was already critical, and she couldn't bear to leave him alone. She entrusted herself to Mr. Ramirez Senior, who took one look at Ariella and immediately recognized her as his future daughter-in-law. He pressured his grandson, Ramsay, to quickly marry her. Shortly after their marriage registration, her grandfather passed away. In the days of yore, when Mr. Ramirez senior asked her if she would be willing to marry Ramsay, she blushed and nodded gently. Yes, she liked Ramsay. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had started, perhaps it was during their first encounter at the hospital. He had pushed open the door to the ward, and sunlight had spilled onto his figure, highlighting his sculpted features and piercing eyes. He was undeniably handsome. Back then, she had believed that Ramsay's agreement to marry was of his own volition. Little did she know that it was due to the coercion of Mr. Ramirez senior, and Ramsay had no choice but to comply. Thus, her marriage to Ramsay was, in reality, a contractual arrangement. Three years ago, on the eve of their wedding registration, Ramsay had presented her with an agreement to sign. "My grandfather insists that I marry you, and since you desire it so, I shall grant you the title of Mrs. Ramirez. However, I cannot offer you anything else. After three years, we shall divorce." Hence, the agreement stipulated that they would divorce after three years, without any children. The villa they would live in after the divorce would be given to Ariella, along with a substantial "separation fee." It was only when Ariella received the agreement that she realized she was the only one who had wanted to get married. At that time, she had not read the contents of the agreement. She did not want the other party to see her inner turmoil or cause herself more embarrassment, so she quickly signed her name and handed it to Ramsay. The next day, they smoothly obtained their marriage certificate, without a wedding ceremony, only two marriage certificates lying in their hands. "Ariella, I apologize for the inconvenience. The wedding will be postponed for now," Mr. Ramirez senior said to her. Although Ramsay agreed to the marriage, he did not budge an inch when it came to the matter of a wedding. Ariella was left feeling aggrieved. "It's alright, Grandfather. I understand," Ariella said softly to Mr. Ramirez senior in her gentle voice. After getting married, the two of them moved into Ramsay's own villa. Ramsay didn't like outsiders disturbing them, so they didn't hire any servants. Ariella didn't have a job and stayed at home every day, cooking and waiting for Ramsay to come back. Most of the time, Ramsay didn't come back, and Ariella would have dinner by herself. During the first year, they lived peacefully, sleeping in separate rooms. On weekends, they would go to the Ramirez Mansion together for meals. Ramsay's parents died in a plane accident when he was young, and Mr. Ramirez senior almost couldn't bear it. Ramsay was just starting junior high school at the time and was already mature. Since then, his originally cheerful personality changed. He became quiet and didn't like to talk. Fortunately, because of Ramsay, Mr. Ramirez senior held on and raised Ramsay. Ramsay also worked hard and started a successful company after graduating. He was Mr. Ramirez senior's pride. As the boss, Ramsay was very busy. Ariella would also go to accompany Mr. Ramirez senior by herself. She always felt a warm connection with him, as if she was seeing her own grandfather. The change may have started a year after their marriage. One night, Ramsay came back very late, having drunk a lot of alcohol. When the driver brought him back, Ariella hurriedly went to support him and together with the driver, they carried him to the master bedroom. Ariella always slept alone in the master bedroom, and with the driver present, she couldn't let others know the truth. After laying him on the bed, the driver left. Ariella looked at him as she unbuttoned his clothes. Because of this action, as she slowly revealed his chest, she felt her face uncontrollably flushing. She was about to get up and leave when she suddenly realized her hand was being held. She lost her balance and fell onto him. Ramsay tightly held her and said, "Don't leave me." Ariella's body tensed, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, Ramsay turned over and the two of them switched positions. Ramsay's bewildered gaze lingered on Ariella for a few seconds, his handsome face bearing a hint of childishness due to the effects of alcohol. Without warning, he leaned in and kissed her. Ariella's mind went blank as she surrendered to the man above her. The next morning, Ariella was afraid of facing the awkwardness, so she got up early, enduring the discomfort between her legs. After taking a shower and preparing breakfast, Ramsay finally emerged from his room. "Last night..." "Let's eat breakfast quickly." She knew that what happened last night was an accident and didn't want to hear anything that would upset her. Ariella immediately interrupted him before he could say anything else. The two of them sat down and quietly ate breakfast. "We need to buy contraceptives later," Ramsay spoke up again. Ariella looked up at him. "We can't have a child," he explained, a rare occurrence for him to offer an explanation. "I know, I'll go buy them," Ariella felt a pang in her heart, but she maintained a faint smile on her face. Since then, it seemed that the dynamics between the two of them had changed. They went from being strangers living under the same roof after getting married to a couple who didn't express their love. They shared a room, slept in the same bed, and lived a normal married life, although he always came back late and only embraced her from behind. He would text her to ask if he should come back for dinner, and they started going to Ramirez Mansion together more frequently. Mr. Ramirez senior was getting old, so he often asked them when they would have children, after all, they had been married for almost three years. Ding~ The WhatsApp notification interrupted Ariella's thoughts. "I won't be coming back for dinner tonight," it was Ramsay's message. "Okay," thinking about his weak stomach, Ariella sent another message: "Don't drink too much." Without waiting for a reply, Ariella still didn't tell Ramsay about her pregnancy. Although their relationship seemed close in the past two years, she knew that he had never said the words "I love you." He didn't love her. So she had too many uncertainties, but she was certain that she wanted to keep this child. In the evening, Ramsay didn't come back. Ariella decided to visit Mr. Ramirez senior at Ramirez Mansion. She hadn't been feeling well recently and hadn't visited him for some time.

Ariella arrived at Ramirez Mansion, where the butler greeted her, saying, "Mrs. Ramirez, you have arrived. Mr. Ramirez senior is in the garden." "Very well, thank you. I can go on my own," Ariella replied with a slight smile. The servants of the Ramirez Family all liked this understated and approachable Mrs. Ramirez. Ariella walked to the garden where Mr. Ramirez senior was sitting in a chair with a cup of coffee beside him. When he saw Ariella approaching, Mr. Ramirez senior was delighted. "Ariella has arrived. Come over here. Didn't Ramsay come with you?" he asked. "No, grandfather. Ramsay is busy with work at the company today. I came on my own," Ariella answered. "He's always busy with work." "The company keeps him occupied. As the president, he has to work harder than others." "You always speak well of him. Stay here and have dinner with me tonight." "Of course, grandfather," Ariella replied with a beaming smile. Just after Ariella finished dinner with Mr. Ramirez senior, she received a call from Ramsay's childhood friend, Atlas Turner. "Ariella, we're at The Cozy Corner. Ramsay has had too much to drink. Can you come and pick him up?" "Alright, I'll come over now." Ariella bid her grandfather farewell and left. ................................................ At The Cozy Corner, a luxurious VIP booth, five men were seated, and several of them had striking appearances. The most stunning among them was the man reclining in the middle. Ramsay raised his hand to his temporal region. "What's wrong with Ramsay today? He's been drinking so much," Atlas remarked, even in his carefree manner, he could tell that Ramsay wasn't in a good mood. "Michelle is coming back tomorrow," the man speaking had a face that would make any woman jealous. "Damn, why is she coming back?" Atlas burst out with a curse. "Who knows," he replied. "Tam, how do you know she's coming back?" "Ramsay told me." "Hmph, Ramsay tells you everything." "Because you talk too much," the man in the black shirt interjected. "Merrick!!!" Everyone burst into laughter. "Could it be that Ramsay still has lingering feelings and wants to rekindle the old flame? What about Ariella?" one of them pondered. "Let's not meddle in this. Let's trust Ramsay to handle it himself. I'm leaving," said Hank Romanov, who had a business trip early tomorrow morning, as assigned by Ramsay. "We're leaving too. Atlas, Ramsay is in your hands. Make sure he gets home safely," both Tam Edward and Merrick Morgan spoke at the same time. The three of them left as they said so. "Hello, hello, how could you all be so indifferent, disregarding Ramsay's well-being?" "We all know that you have the most free time, so naturally you should be responsible for taking Ramsay home." The three men left without giving Atlas any face. Atlas looked at Ramsay, who was slumped on the sofa, and thought of Ariella, who was gentle, beautiful, and understanding. So he took out his phone and called Ariella to ask her to come and pick up Ramsay. When Ariella arrived at The Cozy Corner, she only saw Atlas sitting there alone, guarding Ramsay. "I'm sorry for being late, are you the only one here?" "Ariella, you're here. It's not late at all. They had something to attend to and left, and I have a game scheduled for tonight, so I called you here." Atlas put down his phone, which he had been using to play games with someone else. In the bar, a handsome man playing games while taking care of another even more handsome intoxicated man was quite a peculiar sight. But since the bar owner was Merrick and Atlas had no fear, it was fine. "Why did he drink so much? He had a stomachache these past few days, and it just happened." "Um...maybe when we all gathered together, Ramsay was happier and drank a bit more. Next time, I'll make sure to keep an eye on him." Atlas casually found an excuse to brush it off. Ariella was quite familiar with Ramsay and his friends. They had founded Prime Global Corporation together, which had grown in scale and occupied half of the Chicago market, extending to international markets as well. Sometimes, they would come to her house for meals, or they would all go to the Ramirez Mansion together. "Ariella, did you drive here? These are Ramsay's car keys. You can drive his car back." Atlas handed the keys to Ariella. "I took a taxi here, so I can drive it back." "Alright then, Ariella, let me help you get Ramsay into the car." "Okay." Without Atlas' help, Ariella really couldn't manage to get Ramsay into the car. The two of them helped Ramsay into the back seat, and Ariella got into the driver's seat. "Ariella, can you drive? Should I call a chauffeur for you?" Atlas thought that Ramsay's car was too big and was worried that Ariella might not be used to it. "It's okay, I'll drive slowly." "Alright, then be careful on the road. Goodbye." "Very well, then I shall be on my way," Ariella said, as the car slowly merged into the flow of traffic. Ariella drove cautiously, her eyes fixed nervously on the road ahead. She drove at a slow speed, causing the car behind her to honk impatiently. Unbeknownst to her, Ramsay, who had been sleeping soundly in the backseat, had now opened his eyes. In fact, Ramsay had been somewhat awake since Ariella had gone to the bar to talk to Atlas, but he had chosen to remain silent with his eyes closed. Now, as he watched Ariella's petite figure sitting in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly and driving slowly, he surprisingly felt a sense of calm. Tonight, he had received an unexpected call from Michelle Bailey, informing him of her return and asking him to pick her up from the airport. He had declined. "Ramsay, I'm back. Can you come to the airport to pick me up tomorrow?" she had asked. "Sorry, it might not be convenient. I'm already married," he had replied, before hanging up the phone. He took out a ring from his office drawer and threw it back in. This phone call had caught him off guard, leaving him feeling restless. He had called Atlas and a few others to join him at Merrick's bar, where they had all had a few more drinks. Three years ago, Ramsay had prepared a grand proposal ceremony, but Michelle had not shown up. She had told him she was going to Paris to pursue her ballet dreams. He had stood amidst a sea of flowers, holding the engagement ring, only to become the subject of a joke in Chicago. It took Ariella almost an hour to drive the half-hour journey home. Luckily, when she got out of the car, she noticed that Ramsay had regained some consciousness. "You're awake. Can you walk?" she asked. Ramsay didn't say anything. Ariella bent down to help him, and he leaned on her as they walked inside together. Ariella laid Ramsay down on the couch and then went into the kitchen to make some Green Tea. By this time, Ramsay was mostly awake, sitting up on the couch. Ariella came out with the Green Tea and saw Ramsay sitting on the couch with a furrowed brow, lost in thought. "You're awake. Have this first," she said. "Mmm, just leave it. It's late. You should go to bed. I'll tidy up later," Ramsay replied. Ariella stood in the living room for a moment. "What is it? Do you need something from me?" Ramsay asked, noticing that she hadn't gone back to her room. "Oh, um, no. I went to my grandfather's today. He said you should come over for dinner sometime when you're not too busy with work," she said. "Alright, I understand. I'll go with you tomorrow for dinner," Ramsay replied. "Okay." Ariella still hadn't mentioned her pregnancy. Only three months left until their three-year agreement...

Early the next morning, Ariella got up and made breakfast. She was worried about Ramsay's hangover, so she cooked congee to soothe his stomach. Ramsay wore a white tracksuit, looking surprisingly youthful. He frowned as he walked downstairs and entered the dining room. "You're awake, have some breakfast," Ariella said. Ramsay sat down, and Ariella knew he was in a bad mood upon waking up. He always had a serious expression and furrowed brow in the morning. Without saying much, she sat across from him and ate her own breakfast while he drank his congee. Ariella's congee was soft and thick. Ramsay felt much better after finishing a bowl. He had drunk too much the night before, and his stomach wasn't feeling well in the morning. Now, it was finally getting better. Ding~ It was a message notification. "Ramsay, I don't believe you're married. You deliberately angered me, didn't you? I'll wait for you at the airport." Ramsay glanced at the message and put his phone aside, ignoring it. He had seen a friend request on WhatsApp this morning from Michelle, but he didn't accept it. Unexpectedly, she sent him a message. After she went abroad three years ago, he had deleted all her contact information to try and wake himself up. Ding~ Another text message. "Ramsay, back then I had no choice. I have never forgotten about you." "Ramsay, I'm waiting for you at the airport. If you don't come, I won't leave." Ramsay became increasingly annoyed as he held his phone. "We won't go to Grandfather's for dinner today. We'll go another day. I'll call Grandfather and explain. I have something to do today, I need to go out," Ramsay said to Ariella. "Okay, you go ahead and take care of your business," Ariella's soft voice sounded. Ramsay looked up at Ariella, his wife of almost three years. In these two years, she had shed much of her innocence. She was no longer the malnourished woman who had just come from the countryside. Now, she had blossomed into a graceful and fair-skinned beauty. There was no denying that Ariella was a good wife. She took care of his daily life without disturbing him. She was always calm and seemed to never have a temper. She got along well with his family and behaved gracefully in front of his friends. It seemed impossible to find any faults with her. Moreover, they were also compatible in bed. Making love to her was like getting addicted to opium; he couldn't control himself. He didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Ariella, perhaps it was just habit, the habit of having someone waiting for him at home. Michelle was his first love, they were together in college. She was the Department beauty of the dance department, while he was a prodigy in the finance department. Ramsay was not usually interested in women, although many people confessed to him, he always had an air of keeping his distance, enough to make girls cry. It was Michelle who pursued him first, and her persistence eventually shook his heart. After they got together, their relationship was actually quite good. Although Ramsay was usually cold and aloof, not fond of talking or smiling, Michelle always dragged him out, dancing by his side or chattering about things around them. Ramsay listened quietly, accompanying her. Ramsay planned to get married after graduation. On the eve of graduation, he gathered a few friends to prepare a huge surprise. He was going to propose to Michelle, but she didn't show up. Ramsay received a message from Michelle: "Ramsay, I'm sorry. I've got the opportunity to study in France, Paris. The flight is tomorrow. I don't want to walk into the shackles of marriage right after graduation. I want to pursue my dreams. Can you wait for me for three years?" Ramsay didn't reply, but he had been waiting. He couldn't let go, but three years later, Michelle still didn't come back. She had a chance to become the lead dancer in the troupe and once again, she chose her own dreams over Ramsay. They didn't break up, but from then on, they never contacted each other again. That night, Ramsay didn't come home. Ariella saw him leave in a hurry during the day and worried that something had happened, so she called him but no one answered. She then called Ramsay's assistant. "Assistant Butler, is Ramsay with you?" "Mrs. Ramirez, President Ramirez is not with me today. There's no overtime scheduled for today. What's wrong?" "Okay, it's nothing. Thank you, goodbye." "You're welcome, Mrs. Ramirez. Goodbye." After hanging up the phone, Ariella felt uncomfortable in her stomach and quickly drank a glass of water. She had a restless night and woke up early in the morning. Ramsay still hadn't come back. Ariella got up to make breakfast, cooking porridge and frying eggs. She absentmindedly turned on the TV, and the entertainment headlines were playing. The host's pleasant voice came from inside. "Famous dancer Michelle Bailey returns to the country, the President of Prime Global Corporation appears at the airport, suspected rekindled old flame..." Smack! Ariella's fork fell onto the table, and she felt a chill run through her body. It was her, Ramsay's dream girl, the one he had hastily declined dinner with his grandfather for yesterday. He had stayed out all night just to pick her up, and it was likely that they had spent the night together. Ariella dared not think further, mechanically finishing the porridge in her bowl before placing it in the kitchen without washing it. She sat on the sofa, lost in thought. It seemed that she should leave, but why was she so reluctant? She placed her hands on her abdomen. "Darling, we might have to leave your father. Mother can't tell him about your existence, but I promise to love you very much and make up for what your father should have given you." Ariella had hardly eaten anything all day, waiting for Ramsay to come back. It was the only time in many years that she had hoped for him to return early, yet she feared that the first thing he would do upon his return was ask for a divorce. She also worried that he might not come back at all and had stayed with Michelle. After all, he had gone to the airport to pick her up, so they must be together. When Ramsay returned in the evening, the house was quiet. Ariella didn't greet him at the door as she usually did, and the dining table wasn't set for dinner. The sudden silence felt a bit strange. He thought Ariella was upstairs and was about to go up when he noticed a figure on the sofa. As he approached, he realized that Ariella was asleep on the sofa. Ariella slowly woke up upon hearing the sound and looked up to see Ramsay standing by the sofa. She was momentarily stunned but quickly sat up straight. She didn't know how long he had been standing there. "Why did you come back?" Ariella thought he wouldn't come back tonight, especially since the news had already broken. "Where else would I go if not here?!" Ramsay said with a dark expression, clearly displeased with her question. "That's not what I meant. I thought you had something else to do," Ariella said, lowering her head and speaking softer and softer. She couldn't bring herself to say it directly: that he had gone to see his first love, and the news said that their old flame had reignited. How was she supposed to know that he had suddenly come back tonight? Of course, she couldn't say it out loud. "Have you eaten? I accidentally fell asleep and forgot to make dinner," Ariella remembered that he had a weak stomach, and she had forgotten to cook. "No, I haven't," Ramsay said stiffly, walking directly to the dining table and sitting down. Ariella watched him with his sullen face, feeling like he was a child throwing a tantrum for no reason. Helplessly, she suggested, "Shall I cook some noodles?" "Okay."

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