The man's confused tone made Holly Sinclair freeze on the spot.
At over three months pregnant, she was just about to start showing.
Her loose-fitting maxi dress hid it well, but anyone who touched her would immediately feel that her waist was much rounder than before.
Holly's heart pounded in her chest, terrified he would find out.
"Let go!"
Her delicate brows knitted together as she commanded in a low voice.
She gave a small twist of her waist, trying to shrug off his hand.
She didn't dare struggle too hard, afraid she might harm the baby.
But she underestimated the man's shamelessness. The more she resisted, the tighter he held her.
He completely ignored the travelers coming and going.
Seeing Holly looking rounder by the day, Tristan Sterling felt a pang of bitterness.
After their divorce, not only was she not sad or heartbroken, but she was living a carefree life and had even put on weight.
"Why did you delete me?"
He loosened his grip slightly and demanded angrily.
