“Let me see whether the bump is still there or not.” Ling Yichen removed his clothes, turned his head to eye Xia Mo, and then turned around to strip off the nightdress that he had just put on her.
“Can you be a bit more gentlemanly?” After so many days of interaction, Xia Mo was no longer intimidated by his loutish ways as she had been before. She only felt hopeless towards him. “I think that the baby bump is now gone.”
The man had put his ear on her belly for a long while; however, the lump never appeared again.
Discouraged, he sprawled back on the bed. Despite that, the man found an extra task to do from here forth, and that was to listen to her belly every day.
In a blink of an eye, Xia Mo was already eight months pregnant. This time, Ling Yichen accompanied her to a private hospital.
“Where’s Madam?” It had already been a month since Xia Mo had seen Lu Wanru and Mrs. Wu.