Take My Breath Away

'Chantel's pregnant, but why is Gifford so angry? As soon as he got back, he stomped upstairs angrily to find Chantel. What on earth happened?' Blair thought to herself.

In order to assuage Blair's fears, Gifford opened the door and told his mom, "I'm mad, Mom, not nuts. Chantel's my wife. I'm not going to hurt my wife or my kid."

Blair breathed a sigh of relief and told her son, "Just take some deep breaths! And count to ten before you say or do anything."

Gifford was helpless. He wasn't going to hurt Chantel. He just wanted to talk. "Okay, I get it. Why don't you go play with your granddaughter?" he suggested. Wendy was here today, playing with Hugo downstairs.

Blair peeked into the room again. But Gifford was so tall she couldn't see anything past him, so she had to give in and go downstairs.

Bang! He slammed the door, and Chantel's heart thumped violently. He was mad, and she was afraid.

She stared at the man who approached her again and said quickly, "If you hit me, I'll scream!"

When he heard what she said, Gifford suddenly laughed. "Wow, do you really think I'm like that? After all this time?"

Where could she have cooked up such a ridiculous idea? She was pregnant with his child. What kind of man would he be if he beat her? He treated her with kid gloves. He was fairly strong, and didn't really even playfully punch her.

Chantel shook her head. He was so handsome. He sure didn't look violent. But she knew his temper. She'd gotten his goat enough times to know that he could lose his cool quickly.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Gifford stopped in front of her. "So...you have something to tell me?"

Chantel thought for a while and then shook her head.

"Do you love someone else? Is that why most people don't know you're married?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" Chantel asked, confused.

Gifford pulled her wrist and brought her to the table again. He pointed at the marriage certificates and said, "Okay, if you love me, then why haven't you posted them on the Internet?"

Chantel slowly took out her phone and took a photo of the marriage certificates.

Under the man's satisfied eyes, she put away her phone.

Gifford was a little confused. "Okay? You posted it already? That was fast." 'Why did she put her phone away?'

"These things take time. I need to consult with my agent and my PR team first. Once I get with them, I'll know more." After all, she was not just accountable to herself and her husband. She

's hair stood on end under his gaze. "What are you doing? Are you insane?"

Out of nowhere, Wesley popped out and slapped on the back of Gifford's head. "God, you're about as dense as I am! Go find your wife! You really want another man to win her heart? Go after her, unless you like crying alone!"

Gifford really wanted to go to his wife, but he said stubbornly, "He wouldn't try anything! He'd rot in jail if he destroyed our marriage!"

"Okay, forget it. Just let him go to jail, then!" Wesley spat as he went upstairs.

Anyway, what Blair said was meant to light a fire under his backside. Wesley knew the truth, so he was not anxious at all.

It was true that Chantel had left, but her agent had picked her up, not the CEO. It wouldn't make any sense if he did.

Gifford went and locked himself in his room, and got Sheffield on the phone. He needed his advice, and they talked for more than two hours.

Sheffield was almost driven mad by this phone call. "Dude, I'm seriously busy. I have to let you go. I have a meeting later!" He had been talking with a man for two hours, and people might think he was gay.

"No way. I need to know what to do. After all, you're the ladies' man."

Sheffield patted his forehead helplessly. "Didn't I already tell you? I asked you to sweet talk your wife. Buy her something. Look at Matthew. He's as cold as a fish, but he knows how to talk to your sister occasionally. Women are emotional, and you have to talk to them nicely. That's the only way out of this!"

Then Gifford hung up the phone.

Sheffield sat there and stared at the phone. He was a little taken aback that Gifford hung up so abruptly.