Ben Lucas's eyebrows, which were already slightly furrowed, furrowed even tighter.
Indeed, Harrison Lucas was sick, not only did he start talking nonsense, but his voice also became strange.
Ben Lucas originally didn't want to look at Harrison Lucas, but his gaze was unconsciously attracted by her voice.
Hearing Harrison Lucas's voice softer than her usual sharpness and efficiency, like a whimpering little beast, Ben Lucas instinctively looked down, unexpectedly meeting those misty eyes.
Ben Lucas: "..."
The man's throat felt uncomfortably dry, he frowned and said, "Stop moving around."
After speaking, he directly picked up Harrison Lucas, who was encircled by his arm, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
This was a standard action of carrying a man, with no tenderness to speak of.
Harrison Lucas's stomach was already churning with intense contractions, and suddenly being hoisted over Ben Lucas's shoulder pressed against her stomach, making her face turn pale with pain.
