"Tania, why are you here?"
Nolan Lucas was in the study upstairs handling important matters. When he saw Tania Scott come in carrying a plate of fruit, he slightly furrowed his brows.
"You almost disturbed your pregnancy. Why did you get out of bed when you should be lying down?"
Nolan took the fruit plate from Tania's hands. His tone was stern, but his actions were gentle.
"Let the servants handle these things. There's no need for you to do them yourself."
"It's nothing... I'm feeling much better now..." Tania's voice trembled slightly. Her eyes darted around uneasily, her entire demeanor a display of anxiousness.
"Tania, you're not looking well," Nolan's meticulous mind instantly noticed her unusual behavior.
"If there's something wrong, tell me. Don't try to tough it out."
Although his feelings for Tania were largely utilitarian, over the recent months, he couldn't say he felt nothing for her.
After all, she was carrying his son.
