Seeing her expression, Baron knew she had suspected him before. Unhappy, he bent down and sealed her rosy lips, domineeringly drinking in the sweetness from her mouth. Only after he let the panting woman go did his mood improve a lot. "I didn't tell you only because the doctor said we can't announce the pregnancy in the first three months. It'll scare the Baby in your belly."
As he spoke, his hand was still stroking her stomach.
Enna felt like a cat right now, both annoyed and amused as she said to him, "Come on, the Baby in my belly is so tiny, he's not even formed yet. What are you thinking?"
Baron's brows furrowed in displeasure again, and he glared at her. "My son is different from everyone else!"
"…" Different or not, he can't seriously think that a one‑month‑old Baby can already sense the outside world, right? That's not a genius, that's an alien!
The noble man's brows and eyes softened, as if the little Baby in Enna's belly could respond to him. "He understands."
