A Slip of the Tongue

"It's best if there isn't," Terence said seriously. "Esther, let me remind you, don't try playing any tricks behind my back. I definitely won't want the child."

His words caused Esther's already aching heart to turn cold again, and she nodded sadly. "I know. Don't worry, I won't mess around."

Early in the morning, Esther was woken up by the sound of a message.

She took her phone from the bedside table and took a look at it. It was Serena who had sent a message to the boudoir group. She asked her excitedly if the fertile period had arrived in the past few days. She had a better way to teach Esther.

Esther turned to look at Terence, who was sleeping on the other side of the big bed.

She replied, "I think I am already pregnant."

After typing this sentence, she thought about it and deleted it directly, and then sent it to Serena privately.

Serena seemed very excited. "No way? Didn't you say that you didn't succeed last time? Why are you suddenly pregnant again?"