While speaking, the man kissed her ear, a series of light kisses that made Emma Benson tremble slightly.
"Walter..." Hearing his words, her eyes grew even redder, and tears were about to fall. At that moment, she could not describe her feelings in words.
As long as it's a child she bore... She was moved by his words, but she would never be able to bear her own flesh and blood in this lifetime, never!
With this thought, she hugged his neck tightly, closed her eyes, and her body shuddered even more violently.
"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Feeling her constant trembling, Walter held her tight, while also grasping her small hand, which he found to be warm, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Not cold..." She shook her head, still leaning on his shoulder, and continued with a hoarse voice, "Walter, have you had dinner yet?"
She changed the subject, not wanting to let the matter of the child affect her mood any longer.