"Ma’am, you should try calling Mr. Alexander again. Maybe he got caught up with sothing important," Mrs. Maria, our house staff, said, checking on for what felt like the hundredth ti that night.
"It’s okay, Maria. I already told you—just go to your room and rest. I’ll wait a little longer," I replied, forcing a smile.
"Alright. But if you need anything, just call , okay?" she said with a sigh.
I nodded, and she finally left.
I remained seated in the dining room, staring at the well-prepared candlelit dinner in front of . Once again, I glanced at my phone—no calls, no ssages.
This had never happened before. My husband, Alexander, always inford if he got caught up with sothing. And at this hour of the night, what could possibly be so important?
I had been planning this dinner since the day he left for his business trip. Yet here I was.
My gaze drifted to the small gift box on the table—the pregnancy test results inside it. A doubt crept into my heart. Had this been a mistake?
I had only recently found out I was pregnant, and Alexander had already been away then. That was why I planned this candlelit dinner—to surprise him on his return. But now it was past ten, and he was nowhere to be found. His phone was unreachable.
I stood up, quietly cleaning everything away and blowing out the candles before heading to the living room.
The TV was on, though I had no interest in whatever was playing. Hugging a pillow, I curled up on the sofa, glancing repeatedly at my watch.
It was already 11 p.m.
A yawn escaped , and without realizing it, I drifted off to sleep.
Half-awake, half-asleep, I suddenly felt my body lighten—as if soone had picked up.
Dazed, I caught a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol. "Alexander?" I murmured.
"It’s ."
"You’ve been drinking..." I could hear the weariness in his voice.
"Yeah. Had a drink with so friends," he replied lazily.
Soon, the sound of running water ca from the bathroom. I frowned slightly and turned over, trying to fall back asleep. Suddenly, the blanket was pulled halfway off , and a warm hand rested on my waist, sliding along my curves and pulling closer.
Instinctively, I leaned into his arms.
His hand paused, then moved to my back.
"Go to sleep."
Unable to hold on any longer, I drifted back into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find his presence gone. Only the slightly wrinkled sheets proved Alexander had been there at all.
A twinge of regret settled in my chest—how had I fallen asleep so quickly last night?
But it didn’t matter. Today would be the sa.
After washing up, I walked into the walk-in closet and picked out a white suit for Alexander. Pregnancy should be a joyful thing, so I also chose a red-striped tie and placed it neatly at the foot of the bed, excitent fluttering in my chest.
Alexander had already returned from his morning run. He sat on the sofa in casual clothes, a docunt in his hand. When I ca downstairs, he looked up, set the papers aside, and said calmly, "Let’s eat."
After breakfast, I took a deep breath, forcing myself to maintain the faint smile and anticipation on my face.
"Alexander, I need to talk to you."
He should be happy to hear about the baby... right?.
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