Chapter 87

“You can ask the cook to make them,” Ivor said.

“No,” I said, focusing on the sweets. “I'll buy them when I want them.”

When I put the last sweets down on the table, I saw Ivor frowning, looking at them.

i raised an eyebrow.

“Do you really want them?” Ivor asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, unable to guess what he would do next.

“I'll call the cook right now,” Ivor said, dragging me out into the living room.

“Wait,” I shook his hand. "I don't need it."

Then I turned around and wanted to go back to the dining room.

Ivor took my hand.

I frowned, grumbling, "What?"

“Let your personal chef make you sweets, you're still pregnant and your diet needs to be balanced,” Ivor said, his stern gaze not allowing me to refuse.

I stroked my pregnancy curves unconsciously, after a few seconds of hesitation, I nodded, “Ok, I got it.”

Even though I find it hard to resist the sweets that are on the table. From my position I could see them clearly.

I looked at Ivor, realizing he was frowning, his eyes glued to my p