For a long time, she took a deep breath and tiptoed upstairs.
Sitting alone on the sofa, lost in thought.
Holding her face with both hands!
After a while, there was a sound behind the door, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Soon after, his tall figure sank into the sofa beside her.
A pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her into an embrace.
"Come, have some soup!"
She stared at what he was holding, a bowl of chicken soup.
Probably made by the maid…
Lately, he's always giving her all sorts of nourishment.
She wasn't sure if she could drink it now that she was pregnant.
"I don't want to drink this!"
He put down the chicken soup.
Holding her face with both hands, his gaze moved between her eyes, "I know you're feeling terrible inside now, but can you trust me?"
She remained silent…
