Chapter 49

Calla thought that Mercer's excuse was far-fetched. He drove all the way here at night just because the air was fresh? Did he feel that way because of her presence?

Even though she felt she might be flattering herself too much, she couldn't help but think this way.

The night was quiet, and neither of them spoke again. Calla began to feel drowsy, but she was aware of something soft and furry brushing against the back of her neck.

Instinctively, she shifted her position. Although she hadn't experienced significant pregnancy symptoms yet, she couldn't endure his demands for two consecutive nights.

Calla squirmed a bit and couldn't help but say, "I-I can't."

"Can't what?" Mercer asked with a smirk. His voice carried a captivating allure.

"I-I'm pregnant. I can't handle your… nightly demands," Calla stammered. Her face was burning.

As soon as she spoke, Mercer cleared his throat and said, "I spent eight hours negotiating with the head of a company this afternoon. I drove straight to