Chapter 8 Coaxing Her

The air was filled with the scent of orange shower gel, and the warm yellow light cast a tempting glow on Debby. In such an environment, the surging hormones could easily lead to something more.

However, Arvin seemed preoccupied, oblivious to the atmosphere Debby was trying to set as he made to leave.

Debby caught his sleeve, but Arvin remained focused on his phone, his tone patient yet strained, "Anything else?"

Releasing his sleeve, Debby forced a smile. "Nothing."

My departure seemed to trigger a change. Arvin's passion for Debby had waned. Recently, Debby had been obedient, cooking and awaiting his return for dinner, playing the role of the perfect wife.

I observed incredulously as Arvin messaged me, his demeanor shifting from commanding to gentle, cautiously seeking my attention.

This transformation struck me as both absurd and perplexing.

Men were truly inscrutable, always valuing what they couldn't have the most.

As my due date approached, Arvin grew visibly anxious, str