"In my stomach... it's the baby of you and me~"

Ethan Ainsley looked at her like that, not seeming like a big issue, but on the other hand, with her temperament, there must be something wrong when things are unusual. Could it be a severe, complicated disease?

His heart sank.

He sat down, his eyebrows knitted as he looked at her.

"Go on, what's wrong?"

Lola Hussey held his hand and slowly moved it to her front, her actions like a slowed-down movie.

Ethan watched his hand being held by her, moving towards her chest, he raised his eyebrows, "What's the meaning of this? Chest pain?"

Lola shook her head, then led his hand down slowly, covering her belly. The happiness overflowing from her face was something she herself didn't notice.

But in Ethan's view, it wasn't like that.

He furrowed his brow, asking her, "Stomachache?"

Lola: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, shook her head to him, and spit out three words, "No, it's not."