“You want to say something?” His deep voice was making it more difficult for me.
“Yes,” I managed but only find him continue eating.
“I am…I am pregnant.” This got his attention finally. I have imagined thousands of reactions he could offer me. But this one didn’t surprise me too. His solemn attitude was scaring me without any failure.
“Ask David to make an appointment for you.” He said and my shoulders finally rest.
“…you are not keeping it.”
"Matt?" I looked at David, our driver with utter embarrassment.
“Why?” I couldn’t even react but his carefree face didn’t have any concern.
“You aren't going to destroy this figure for anything…if I want an heir I will get one. You are not needed for that…you have to look like a billionaire's wife all the time.
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