"By mistake?"
Emily found such an excuse hard to believe.
She felt that Simon did it on purpose and clenched her hand. Before she could say anything, Simon showed his watch at her and said in a lazy tone, "It's ten o'clock, you should go to bed!"
"I'm not sleepy yet!" Emily gritted her teeth in anger.
"You are not sleepy. But our baby is sleepy!" Simon said unhurriedly.
"..." Emily pouted.
They looked at each other's eyes for two seconds. Then, feeling speechless, she took the phone back from his hand, stuffed the glass back, and headed for the bedroom.
Emily pushed open the bedroom door. As she was about to close it, she couldn't help but turn around to take a look.
Simon was still standing there, holding the glass with his back to the French window, looking at her from the distance with his eyes deep and shining.
His look was seductive as always...
Emily could not help but feel nervous and hurriedly closed the door.
She took a deep breath, went into the bathroom, and took a quick shower. After drying her hair, she went to the bed.
This night, she couldn't sleep well. She always felt that someone was breathing in her ear in her sleep. No matter how she tossed and turned, she could not get rid of it.
The next day, as the sun shone through the white muslin curtains making the entire room brightened, Emily woke up and slowly opened her eyes. She yawned, feeling sleepy and bleary-eyed.
She turned over and wanted to close her eyes to lie in a bit, but suddenly touched something warm.
She touched it again and found it was Simon's chest, which was strong and sinewy, heaving steadily.
Realizing this, Emily suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Simon lying next to her in disbelief, who had magnified features, thin lips, a high nose bridge, and almond-shaped eyes...
She withdrew her hand from his chest abruptly. She almost bounced up and shouted in a low voice, "Simon!"
It was only then that Simon slowly raised an arm and put it on his eyebrows, with his eyes looking lazy and sleepy.
"Why did you sleep on my bed!" Emily's eyes widened, and her index finger trembled as she pointed at Simon, who was half-naked. Without a doubt, he was only wearing a pair of boxes. When she sat up just now, her toes accidentally touched the hair on his legs...
After thinking of something, she suddenly became nervous. She lowered her head and reached out to put her arms around herself. Looking at Simon cautiously and vigilantly, she asked, "Last night..."
Simon squinted at her with a sly look, "What do you think I can do to you with your current condition?"
"..." Emily pouted.
It seemed what Simon said made sense. She was at the early stage of pregnancy now, which was not allowed to do strenuous exercise in the first three months. This was common sense. As Simon was a doctor, he should be more aware of this!
She breathed a sigh of relief.
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