House Arrest

"From today, you'll live here and bear the child," he said coldly, his face grim as he escorted her into the elevator that led directly to the living room, leaving no room for discussion.

Emma rolled her eyes in frustration.

Wasn't this just house arrest?

Pacing around the vast, luxurious villa, she felt suffocated by the rows of respectful housemaids and the man who consistently ignored her wishes.

She opened a wardrobe to find it filled with maternity clothes, meticulously arranged.

The servants mentioned they were personally selected by Mr. Sterling himself.

Who did he think he was, stripping her of her freedom and making choices for her?

After a lengthy, somewhat strained conversation due to her , Emma managed to convey her desire to step out for fresh air and check on baby formulas.