Nicole slept very soundly. When she felt that someone came in, she opened her eyes and sat up in a daze.
"You're back?"
Clayton looked at her helplessly and smiled. "You didn't go shopping? Are you tired? I called you a few times, but you didn't answer, so I called Ms. Quimbey. She said that you've been back a while ago. Didn't we agree that I'd pick you up?"
Nicole stretched out her arms, so Clayton went over and picked her up, then put her on the sofa.
"Oh, I came back early."
As for the reason, Nicole did not want to mention it right now.
Clayton did not mind and stroked her hair.
"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"
Nicole touched her stomach and nodded.
Clayton smiled, kissed her, then got up and went into the bedroom. He first went to change his clothes, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Nicole casually glanced at him and saw that he entered the bathroom. Her heart abruptly tightened, and she panicked a little.
Clayton washed his hands, wiped them dry with a paper towel, and casually threw the paper towel in the trash. However, he inadvertently caught sight of something. When he saw the thing that was sticking out of the trash can, his face instantly stiffened.
Five minutes passed, then ten minutes passed.
Nicole could not sit still. When she was about to stand up to check out what was going on, she saw Clayton walking out calmly from the bedroom.
His face was very calm with nothing unusual.
There was no disappointment or excitement.
Nicole could not figure out how she felt about that. She was not pregnant anyway, so he certainly did not have anything to say.
She smiled. "What took so long?"
Clayton looked at her for a few seconds, then quickly shifted his gaze away. "I was just thinking of what to cook..."
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