When she woke up, she realized that at some point, he had already let go of her hand, and now was holding her from behind...
Rebecca Quentin slowly moved his hand away from her waist, and with careful maneuvering, she finally freed herself from him.
Almost immediately getting out of bed, Rebecca Quentin turned to leave the room.
The second before she turned to leave, she still glanced at him.
In fact, when he was asleep, he looked really harmless, and his features were good. His handsome face was even more outstanding without the cold and severe look.
She couldn't help but think, if the child in her belly looked like him, it would definitely be a beautiful child...
As soon as she thought of the child, that faint sadness crept back into her heart.
Stroking her belly, she told the child inside, deep down, "Baby, he's your daddy. But sadly, he won't be by your side when you're born. Yet you can't blame him, because he'll never know you exist..."
In the morning.
