Chapter 42: Are You Responsible for the Pregnancy?

In the cramped elevator, Nora Hart's disdainful tone seemed to be scrutinizing ants.

Whenever that woman spoke, she countered.

Andrew Locke listened silently, his eyes growing darker by the minute.

The air in the elevator became increasingly stifling.

Nora only felt an unfriendly and scrutinizing gaze fall upon her.

She took her phone and glanced sideways at him.

The elevator stopped at the 31st floor, and in an instant, Andrew Locke dragged her out of the elevator with a combination of hugging and pulling.

Nora wanted to curse loudly, but remembering her call hadn't ended and her identity as the Princess couldn't be tarnished, she ended the call before exploding, "Andrew Locke, what are you doing?"

Splash—the water tap in the bathroom was turned on.

Andrew Locke grabbed Nora's hand and put it under the tap, frantically rubbing it with hand soap.

"Andrew Locke, are you freaking crazy? This is my hand, not a pig's trotter, be gentle..."

"Why are you using a toilet brush?"