Oliver stood aside, watching the intense atmosphere between the two, almost thinking they were about to start fighting again.
...
Aria Richardson felt drowsy in the room, but the pain in her lower abdomen dispelled all her sleepiness.
Two knocks sounded on the door outside. Clutching her stomach, Aria crawled up from the sofa, leaned cautiously against the door, and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
It was Wyatt Lewis's voice.
Aria opened the door with relief.
Wyatt stood at the doorway, carrying several bags. Seeing her bent over, he immediately stepped forward, put down the bags, and held her with both hands.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Beads of cold sweat covered Aria's forehead. She bit her lip and nodded.
She knew this day was coming, so she avoided spicy food at lunch.
Based on past experiences, tonight would be torturous.
Frowning, Wyatt helped her sit down on the sofa and then placed a blanket over her stomach.
