She doesn’t look like a pregnant woman at all, with no at on her bones and such a small appetite. How can this little bit of soup be enough for both her and the baby?
He felt so much pain for her.
"No, I really don’t want to eat anymore..." Leah Thorne insisted as she held onto his neck.
Justin Xavier couldn’t force her any further. Alright, he admitted he was compromising.
At this mont, Leah softly asked, "Justin Xavier, do you think I can really... safely give birth to the baby?"
"Hush, don’t say such things!" Justin turned his gaze, found her soft red lips, and kissed them lightly like a dragonfly brushing water, "You will definitely give birth safely. Nothing will happen, I’m here for everything, the three of us will always be together."
"Mm." Leah nodded and closed her eyes, truly falling asleep.
Justin held her for a while and then got up to carry her upstairs.
He pushed open the bedroom door, laid her softly on the big bed, and as he reached to cover her with the blanket, he saw crystal tears slowly flowing down her cheek.
...
The days passed peacefully and quietly. Leah went to the film set every day. Perhaps it was her passion for acting that helped her overco the difficulties of forgetting her lines, and she finally completed all the shooting perfectly. "Fleeting Life" wrapped up quickly.
These days, she could see the man nad Justin Xavier every day, although he told her his na was Justin Xavier every day, she would forget by the next day, day after day of forgetting.
The wrap-up ceremony was held today, but Justin didn’t co.
He usually ca at this ti, but today he was absent.
Leah didn’t leave, as she always felt like there was soone she hadn’t seen today, leaving her feeling empty inside.
Feeling bored, she stood up to walk outside.
She then saw a group of girls forming a circle, watching the LCD TV.
Among them was a familiar face, Cheryl Ford.
Leah’s gaze followed, only to see a familiar figure she knew to the core appear on the screen.
It was Justin Xavier.
Today he looked different, not at all like his usual clean casual attire. Today he wore formal clothes: a white shirt, a deep blue striped business vest wrapped over his well-built body, and a finely tailored black suit on the outside. He walked in a sparkling high-level conference hall, holding a docunt between two fingers, followed by a group of suited elites.
As he approached, soone ca forward to shake his hand, and they spoke softly with lowered eyebrows, a gentle smile blossoming across his handso face.
Leah stared blankly at the man on the screen, sothing in her heart seed touched; he...
He seed to be the person she was waiting for.
What was his na again?
Leah tried to think but couldn’t recall his na at all.
Dazed, Leah’s ears caught the fangirling shrieks of the girls, "Wow, President Xavier is so handso."
"Yeah, President Xavier isn’t just good-looking, his deanor is incredibly gentle too. Compared to him, all those long-legged oppas and fresh faces are nothing."
Cheryl Ford said nothing, her gaze foolishly fixed on Justin Xavier.
"Cheryl, what’s wrong? You wouldn’t be smitten with President Xavier, have you?"
"Cheryl, President Xavier is a married man. He’s been treating Leah Thorne like gold, not leaving her side these days, utterly devoted, as if she were a precious gem he treasured dearly. So don’t entertain any inappropriate thoughts."
Cheryl’s youthful and pretty face turned crimson as she pouted, "Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t an it... besides, it’s normal to feel a bit of admiration for such a perfect man as President Xavier, isn’t it?"
"Admire as you might, but don’t overstep your bounds. President Xavier’s been wearing a wedding ring all along."
Cheryl joked, "What does having a wife an? Can’t one get a divorce? There are few n in this world who don’t like sothing new. Leah’s pregnant; this is the stage when n are most prone to cheating, especially wealthy and powerful n who seek out young and beautiful won."
Leah didn’t hear what else Cheryl said because she lowered her little head, closed the office door, and decided she didn’t want to walk outside anymore.
She only wanted to be alone.
...
Leah stayed in the office for another half hour, kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa, a bag of cucumber-flavored chips on the coffee table, and she was eating.
Then footsteps drifted in from outside, steady yet light, which her sensitive ears caught imdiately.
Justin Xavier had arrived.
Leah shifted slightly.
But Cheryl’s voice echoed at this mont, "President Xavier, you’re here."
Her voice was warm and sweet.
"Mm." Justin responded indifferently.
Leah suddenly didn’t want to move, lazily curled up, took chips, and chewed them in her mouth.
The office door was pushed open, ushering in a cool breath of cold air, and in her peripheral vision appeared polished black handmade shoes, leading up to black trousers. It was cold outside; he wore a black woolen coat and lifted his hand to unfasten it as he ca into the warm office.
Cheryl followed, stood beside him, and reached out to assist, "President Xavier, let help."
Justin didn’t pass it over, his gaze fixated on Leah, and refused, "No need, you can leave."
He said coolly, tossing the woolen coat onto the back of another sofa.
Cheryl’s admiring gaze lingered on the man’s handso silhouette, but she knew Justin wanted to be alone with Leah, so she smartly retreated.
The office door was closed.
Justin noticed the chips on the coffee table, then glanced sideways at the untouched tray of afternoon tea on the bookshelf, where fresh bread and milk lay idle.
"Why chips again? Chips aren’t nutritious. Eat less of them; we’ll go ho later, save room for dinner."
Listening to his words, Leah looked up at him standing tall and long-legged by her side, unbuttoning his suit to reveal the deep blue striped business vest underneath. His figure was impressive, his legs straight and long; just standing there, he looked like a male model out of a fashion week.
The white shirt wrapped around his wrist, with a diamond cuff shining brightly under the light.
Leah lowered her little head again.
Justin saw her silent, lancholy expression, stepped over, squatted in front of her, and gently ruffled her silky hair, tenderly asking, "What’s wrong, feeling unhappy?"
"No, I’m not." Leah quietly replied, munching on chips while reaching for more.
But she couldn’t reach them.
She looked up, the chips on the coffee table had been moved out of reach, beyond her slender arms.
Forget it, she thought, not eating.
She couldn’t taste anything anyway.
She shifted, hugging herself tighter with slender arms, resting her small chin on her knees, staring blankly into space.
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