The woman, usually so sweet and compliant in his embrace, now pushed him away as if electrocuted, bouncing out of his arms as fast as she could.
"Don't, don't hold me—" Lily struggled to push Aidan Lucas away, falling onto the soft bed beside them, quickly wrapping herself in a blanket.
The blanket stolen from him, Aidan Lucas gazed deeply at her.
He sat up halfway, his naked, strong body clearly defined with firm and beautifully sculpted muscles, exuding a charm that was hard to look away from.
Yet, at that moment, Lily dared not look at him, instinctively wanting to keep her distance.
It wasn't out of dislike or disgust, but purely out of fear.
Fear that Aidan Lucas's unguarded actions might harm the baby.
"Lily, what's wrong?" After hesitating for a few seconds, a slightly hoarse voice finally spoke softly.
No one knew the panic that had flared in Aidan Lucas's heart just a moment ago.
He had been pushed away by Lily.
He saw the rejection in Lily's eyes.