Pregnant Woman's Anger

Helena was at the end of the split hall. She is wearing her barefoot nightgown, clutching the basket of food she had gotten from Henry.

Henry suppressed his smile as he looked back at Helena's appearance, which was in stark contrast to him.

"What is it?" asked a confused Helena.

"Nothing, I just thought… you look cute, Empress Helena," Henry replied, immediately bringing up a smirk.

"I'm cute? Uhmm…,  what do you mean?" asked Helena in confusion.

"More precisely if I say that you are so adorable. Yes, that's better. Now I know why Louis cares and loves you so much." Obviously, Henry is back.

But Henry's words just now made Helena silent. "Love? It doesn't look like it's true," she mumbled softly.

"What is it?" Henry asked, reflexively he touched Helena's cheek and wiped it gently.