It had always been this way. Whenever Adrian was at home, whether going out or coming back, Christine would always greet him like this.
Adrian lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes falling on Christine's swollen belly. Counting the two months they hadn't seen each other, Christine was now five months pregnant. Her figure didn't appear bulky—perhaps because she had been doing Pilates regularly. Instead, she looked vibrant and full of life. Her flexible body was hidden under a loose down jacket, making her pregnancy not particularly noticeable.
James had given Sophie a task: to take "useless" photos every few days and send them to him.
In most of the photos, Christine was in the hospital room, leaning by Ethan's bedside, quietly reading a book. Or when Ethan was awake, she would lean close to his ear, smiling sweetly, whispering something intimate to him.