Out of respect for Sophie Smith, Eva Miller reluctantly gave up her desire for hairy crabs, and casually tossed the nu back into Luke Land’s lap.
Luke Land, with good temper, took the nu and continued ordering.
He ordered dishes suitable for pregnant won.
When the dishes arrived, Eva Miller frowned at the variety on the table.
"I have no appetite at all," Eva Miller said, tossing her chopsticks aside.
"These are all good for pregnant won," Luke Land said, picking food into her bowl and serving soup, tending to her ticulously, just short of feeding her bite by bite.
Asher Land imdiately expressed sympathy for Luke Land, thankful that his own woman wasn’t as troubleso as Eva Miller when she was pregnant.
Under Luke Land’s watchful eye, Eva Miller only ate a few bites before feeling uncomfortable in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she stood up and rushed towards the restroom.
Luke Land reflexively stood up and followed her.
Just as Sophie Smith was about to get up, Asher Land held her down.
"My brother can handle it, don’t go ddling."
Can he really handle it? Sophie Smith was a million tis unconvinced.
In the restroom.
Eva Miller supported herself on the restroom counter, retching continuously.
Luke Land barged in, turned to close the door, and locked it from the inside.
"Creep, this is the won’s restroom, get out!" Eva Miller shoved Luke Land.
"Are you really feeling that bad?" Luke Land reached out, holding her gently in his arms, asking softly.
"Why don’t you try being pregnant?" Perhaps feeling too uncomfortable, Eva Miller didn’t imdiately push Luke Land away while speaking and leaned weakly in his arms. For the first ti, Eva Miller felt his embrace was warm and truly comforting.
Tears welled up in her eyes. The thought of actually having this child made her suddenly feel lost and fearful.
The feeling of having no one to share the burden with was really tough.
"Luke Land, I don’t want to have it..." Eva Miller murmured in his arms, "Wouldn’t it be pitiful for the child to be born without a dad?"
"No, it won’t. I’m the child’s dad, after all."
Luke Land said with hidden intentions, but Eva Miller misunderstood.
"That’s different; you’re just the godfather. I an the biological dad."
Luke Land rubbed his forehead, damn it, how was he supposed to reveal the truth? In any case, he couldn’t say it now. If Eva Miller found out it was him who was with her that night in the United States, and that the child was his, she might kill him and then, in anger, abort the baby...
For now, he had to maintain this secret in front of her.
...
Eva Miller stayed in the restroom for about ten minutes, feeling more collected and less uncomfortable before finally coming out.
Seeing Eva Miller return looking better, Sophie Smith finally felt relieved.
"Sophie..." Eva Miller looked at her pitifully, "I want you to stay with ."
"Hmm?" Sophie Smith looked at her, confused.
"I want you to be with when I have the baby."
"..."
Sophie Smith was speechless; is that even possible?
"I’m not pregnant, how can I accompany you?" Sophie Smith said absentmindedly, poking at the rice in her bowl.
"Tonight, you could ask President Land for one."
"..."
Oh my, how could she have such a whimsical friend?
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