Hendrix hummed in agreement and began caressing my baby bump. He sighed softly, "Thank you for sacrificing so much for the baby."
I didn't reply to him. Somehow, I felt a little uneasy. I went over the days in my head, and I realized it would be Andrea's birthday in two days.
At the thought of this, I turned to ask Hendrix, "It'll be Andrea's birthday in two days. Are you going to her birthday party?"
Judging by how close Andrea was with the boys, she would definitely invite them to her party.
He shook his head, "Your due date is near. I can't possibly go out at this time."
I laughed, "The due date is two weeks away. Why are you so worried? Besides, there are doctors and helpers at home. You have nothing to worry about."
Raising his eyebrows, he looked at me and said, "But they're not your husband."
Listening to his words, I only smiled at him, and I didn't continue the conversation.
Then, I turned to look at the scenery out of the car window. Valerie's words kept ringing in my mind, and they put me on edge. Everything seemed calm for the past few days, but I couldn't help but feel that something dangerous for me-or, God forbid, Hendrix-was lying ahead.
If Valerie had made up her mind to get Hendrix and Andrea engaged, her means wouldn't be harmless.
Although Andrea was arrogant and domineering, at least she was held back by her pride of being a daughter of the Moore family. But that wasn't the case for Valerie; she climbed to her glory from nothing. She was far from as simple as she seemed.
Since I was in a gloomy mood on the ride home, Hendrix thought I was tired. He carried me straight back to the bedroom when we arrived at the villa.
Frankly, I didn't want to talk either. So, I simply leaned into him and pretended to be asleep, only opening my eyes when the bedroom fell silent.
I found my cell phone and called Ian, and he picked up after it rang only a few times.
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