Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 175: Hang in there

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy- Five

If Marco found out Asli was pregnant, he would see it as justification. A mistake he needed corrected and a liability he needed to erase. And if he discovered the child was his enemy’s blood, Marco could declare her an open target. Anyone in the Villa could kill her without consequence. It would be called loyalty. It would even be called duty. And anyone would want to attempt it since killing her would be seen as impeccable strength.

Ahmet’s chest tightened.

He hadn’t finished the mission. Marco was still breathing and even worse, still powerful. Still capable of ending her life with a single word.

That was what terrified him.

It was not the scandal. Not even the disgrace. Her death and that of his unborn child.

Getting closer to Asli had shown him what Marco never cared to see, that she wasn’t just ruthless or sharp-tongued or dangerous. She was someone who had learned to survive by building walls too high for anyone to climb. Someone who had never been protected, only used.

Now, he understood why she shot him. She was right to shoot him. Until he explained his actions to her, she would want to kill him. That was a perfect reaction. He shouldn’t have judged her.

And now, if she were carrying his child, those walls wouldn’t save her.

Though his mother loved Lisa, she also didn’t like any woman who was in their profession as a daughter-in-law..

He didn’t know if Asli would choose motherhood over a profession she had known all her life. He wasn’t going to choose that for her or force her to choose something she didn’t want to do.

He sighed. He would love to be a father. His parents were good ones that he was ready to also be a father at any time.

However, not when Asli was the mother. He liked Asli. He really did but the two of them couldn’t be together.

He knew that from the start. She knew that too. They both knew being together was never an option, not when it would ruin her and she’d hate him for it for the rest of her life.

He stomped his foot against the floor violently. She was staying too long there.

If she were pregnant. She would be blacklisted.

If.

His fingers curled inside his palms, painfully as he thought about someone hurting his child and Asli.

Before he could explode, the bathroom door opened and Asli asked, "Now what?"

"We wait. Not both our strong pursuits," he joked and chuckled when she threw him a mean look. "If we are pregnant, we will figure it out. Maybe hire a nanny. It will be easy." He tried to comfort her.

"You are panicking." She pointed out.

"I’m not."

"You are and that’s fine. I am too. If the mother had been someone else, you wouldn’t have panicked. It is unfortunate that I am the mother." Asli blurted out what was in her head all along but he shook his head.

Though he was panicking that ’she’ was the mother, he wouldn’t have wanted any other woman to be the mother of his children either.

He almost laughed. Was he not being crazy? He was panicking that Asli could be pregnant yet he didn’t want anyone other than her to become pregnant with his child. He disliked that idea.

"First of all, no woman is going to carry my kids until I want them to. Secondly, you may not be pregnant."

None of them said anything else until Ahmet was sure the time was up and checked for the results.

He sighed and then laughed loudly. "You are not pregnant. Thank goodness!"

Asli should’ve been rejoicing as well but she was irritated by how excited he was that she wasn’t carrying his child.

He gathered her in his arms and tried to kiss her. She shoved him aside.

"What is it?" His excitement was replaced with curiosity as he searched her face.

"This was exactly what led to us almost being pregnant."

Ahmet let out a soft laugh. His excitement was back.

"Almost? That’s ridiculous. You are not pregnant. Besides, you should be happy as well." He tried to convince her... that was if she wasn’t convinced enough to get excited.

"If it’s not pregnancy, I should be freaking out more. I could be seriously sick." Her tone was unreadable and that took him back to worrying.

"I’m calling my doctor!"

"That’s no longer your issue. I will deal with it myself." She got up and was leaving.

"What do you mean it is no longer my issue?"

"If I am not carrying your child, then whatever happens in my system is none of your business."

"What happens to your body is all my business." He couldn’t believe she thought he didn’t care about her.

"No."

"No? Asli, I am trying to understand you but you are like a puzzle that has most of its pieces missing already." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She only gave him a quick glance before resuming her walk outside the room. He followed behind her.

"Asli." He called after her.

"I am not a little girl." She told him as she continued to walk.

"No you are not. You are my woman and if there’s something wrong with you, I’ll be concerned. I should be."

That must’ve done it as she halted in her steps. That statement, him calling her his woman, had her stomach flutter.

She turned to face him. He didn’t seem to take his words back or explain that it was a mistake.

He called her his woman. The words were registering in her head. She shouldn’t be happy but she was. Was that bad?

"I am not your woman." She said it as though the words didn’t make her happy, and he answered with the stupidest, most sheepish smile she had ever seen.

"Yep. You are. You said we shouldn’t put a label on this thing going on between us but come on, who are we fooling? At least not to ourselves." He didn’t seem to be scared of his words. He sounded like he meant it.

"We shouldn’t be together," she said, her voice firm even as it wavered beneath the surface.

"We should not," he agreed without hesitation. "I know that." He paused, then added more quietly, "But no one is going to find out. We’ve been hiding it well." He continued, his tone careful, almost deliberate. "Hang in there for a bit," She frowned, studying his face.

"With what?" she asked, the crease between her brows deepening.

He gave her a small, unreadable look. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Not yet.

He gave her a kiss regardless of her earlier protest and she didn’t stop him this time.

Her foot was rooted in confusion: how had they gone from enemies, to lovers, to her shooting him, and now... this?

"You called me stupid," she reminded him quietly.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn’t call you that. Okay... I did. I’m sorry." He stepped closer, his voice dropping, steadier now. "But you are not stupid. You’re the smartest person I know, Asli. The strongest. The most calculated. You survive things that would crush other people and still stand as if nothing touched you. Don’t ever think I see you as anything less than that."