Once they were in the room, Evan placed his wife gently on the bed. “Do you want a glass of water? Any cravings?”
She was speechless. After the glass of warm milk, followed by spaghetti, he was expecting her to eat more.
“I don’t feel like eating or drinking right now. I just need a nap,” Nicole said.
“Okay, have a good nap.” He pulled a blanket and covered her.
Evan’s excessive attention dumbfounded Nicole. “Are you not going to work? Don’t tell me you’re going to stay and look after me?” she asked.
“I can manage the company remotely from the study room after you sleep.”
Is he trying to turn this house into an office? Having a baby is not that big of a deal.
She was reminded of her first pregnancy. It was a stark contrast to what she had now.
She was grateful that God finally answered her prayer after so many years.
Meanwhile, Evan’s parents walked out of a café with frowns on their faces. They hastily returned to the car.
Sophia took the front passenger seat and slammed the door shut. “Monica, that brat! She obviously is trying to wreck our family!” she vented out her anger.
Jonathan sighed. “I thought she could let bygones be bygones. However, she simply won’t leave us alone!
“Say, should we remind Evan to keep an eye on her and the company? Our priority is to be on the lookout for that brat. I wonder what she got up her sleeves. And if she wants to mess with our family, we’ll wage a war.”
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