Chapter 285 Sneaking Around, Hiding From Our Son—So Thrilling
- Right then, Nora Clarke didn’t press Zayn Dawson any further.
- She touched his forehead—no fever. Then she pressed lightly on his belly, watching his face for a reaction.
- “It’s not your stomach. Shouldn’t be dinner. Zayn, tell me—does it feel like you need the bathroom, or is it a dull, twisting ache?”