Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 1074

Evelyn touched her cheek instinctively and asked, "Thin? Are you sure?" Recently, she had begun wondering if she had gained weight, because every time she dined with Sheffield, he would fill her bowl with heaps of food. He kept feeding her until she couldn't eat anymore.

"I'm sure! Your chin has become pointed. You should have more flesh on your face," Sheffield insisted.

"During my pregnancy, although I did yoga every day, my face became so round. My parents kept me nourished all the time. My figure remained the same, but my face plumped up!" Evelyn had refused to look in the mirror the whole time she was pregnant.

The mention of her pregnancy made Sheffield feel guilty. He put down his chopsticks, and the playful look on his face disappeared. "Evelyn, it must have been very hard for you during your pregnancy."

"Well, my parents had a harder time than I did. I suffered from morning sickness. They were so tired taking care of me. Considering what had happened during my first pregnancy, they were very cautious. They demanded I stay in bed most of the time, and looked after me personally until I gave birth to Gwyn. Oh and, it was a C-section." Considering her health condition, natural delivery was risky. So, she had chosen to have a C-section.

"You had the scars removed?" Sheffield asked, realizing that he had not seen any scars from the operation on her body. And the sex was as wonderful as ever. Nothing had changed.

"Yes, I received a cosmetic surgery after," Evelyn confessed with a smile. The operation had been very successful, and the subsequent care was so excellent that there was no trace of the scar by the time they had gotten intimate after Sheffield's return.

Sheffield held her hand in his. "I'm sorry, Eve. I wish I had been there for you. I wish I could have held your hand while you gave birth to our baby girl."

He wasn't by her side when she had gone through the failed pregnancy the first time; he didn't even know about it until recently. And he had left her without even knowing that she was pregnant with their second child. He thought he was a terrible boyfriend; he was an asshole. He could never make up for the pain Evelyn had experienced because of his absence.

"It's all right, Sheffield. That's all in the past. Besides, I'm fine now. You don't have to feel guilty." Evelyn didn't blame him. She didn't tell him about the pregnancies in the first place. There was no way he could have known, and she was absolutely sure that if he had known, Sheffield would never have left her side. In fact, he would have been annoyingly close to her at all times.

Sheffield held her close. "Next time, I will stay with you every day during your pregnancy and never leave you alone!" he promised, just as she had expected.

Evelyn patted his hand and said shyly, "I never said I wanted a third child with you. Now, eat your food."

To distract herself from the topic, she picked up a termite mushroom and put it into her mouth after taking a deep breath. At the beginning, she didn't feel the spice.

However, it became spicier as she continued to chew.

Sheffield watched her brave the spice and told her, "Don't forget that we never use any protection. Who knows, maybe we are already having our third baby." He sounded pretty complacent.

She knew that he wasn't using condoms. He had told her that so many times in the middle of the night but had sex with her all the same.

Although the food was spicy, Evelyn didn't show any discomfort on her face. She picked up another termite mushroom and placed it to his lips. "Eat."

Sheffield opened his mouth and ate it like it wasn't spicy at all.

By the end of the dinner, Evelyn's lips were so red that it looked as if she had put on a new layer of lipstick. And just like last time, Sheffield kissed her deeply under the pretext of making the spicy aftertaste go away.

After the meal, they walked hand in hand in the streets. They wanted to visit all the places they had been to last time.

When they passed by an alley, Evelyn saw a woman in plain clothes with a boy of two or three years old. The child was thin and small, and his face was covered in dirt.

They were being scolded by a man. "Bitch! How dare you still go around seducing men? You haven't learned your lesson, have you?" He hit the woman across the face.

Evelyn's heart trembled at the sound of the slap. 'How cruel!'

The little boy began to cry. He grabbed the man's clothes and begged, "Stop! Don't hit my mother!"