David had a complex look in his eyes.He softly inquired, "Does someone wait for you at home?"Rowan was surprised for a moment, then understood his mistake.In their last two meetings, he wrongly thought there was a special closeness between her and Janes. Now, it didn't matter if he kept misunderstanding, as long as she could get away smoothly.So, Rowan didn't say no.After a pause, he asked casually, "Aren't you the one needing to hurry back?""Yes," David agreed quickly.Rowan realized she was making things uncomfortable by asking too much.She looked away, as if trying to hide, afraid to see his expression.Rowan put on a relaxed facade and spoke, "If there's nothing else, I'll head out first. You should go back early too."As she bent down to guide the dog, David suddenly questioned, "What did you tell my dad that day?"Rowan's hand holding onto the dog's leash paused. In the past, whenever this question came up, it led to unfounded assumptions and conflict. But this was the fi
Time appears to have regressed by over half a month.Simultaneously, Rowan found herself sprawled next to the bathroom toilet on the villa's first floor, her body wracked with uncomfortable retching.Leaning against the door frame, arms folded, David observed her every move in silence. Moments stretched on.Her delicate form remained draped over the toilet, showing no sign of respite.With a faint sigh, he finally stepped forward. As before, he crouched down behind her and gently patted her back.His hands encountered a warm sensation, revealing that this woman was far frailer than he had envisioned. The touch conveyed the prominence of her bones beneath the skin. He instinctively adjusted his touch, a touch of tenderness creeping into his actions."Feeling any better?" he inquired, his voice softer than he realized.Rowan struggled to respond, the discomfort in her stomach slowly subsiding. Yet, she could only bow her head, taking slow, deliberate breaths to ease the lingering unease
It was evident that David's complexion was in a state of disarray, although he didn't attempt to counter the woman's intense gaze. Abruptly, he rose from the sofa and declared, "I'll escort you home."Caught off guard, the woman paused for a moment. She declined, stating, "I'll drive myself."Persisting, David asserted, "Then I'll accompany you on the way."He hastened towards the living room's exit and glanced back to see the woman still seated on the coffee table, her gaze vacant. His brows furrowed as he prompted, "Let's go."She responded with a faint "oh," finally returning to her senses. She lifted the strap of the medical box that had recently been placed on the ground and slung it over her shoulder.Before departing, she cast a glance at Rowan, who seemed lost in thought, leaving her to wonder about her contemplations. Unexpectedly, she leaned down and whispered into Rowan's ear.She giggled softly, "Congratulations, Miss Rowan! I've known my junior for so many years, and I've
The silence hung in the air for what felt like an eternity, each passing second stretching out like the weight of decades on Rowan's shoulders.She battled with her own hesitation, a war raging within her, until she could no longer contain it. Her voice, hoarse and uncertain, broke the stillness."You believe this is James' child," she uttered.David's response was a question, wrapped in a mixture of disbelief and curiosity, "Isn't it?"He closed the physical gap between them in just a couple of strides, leaning in until his face was inches from hers. His words were a low whisper, carrying a sense of both challenge and intrigue, "Or are you about to tell me that you're carrying my child?"Their proximity made it impossible for Rowan to ignore the sardonic curl of his lips, blown up to an exaggerated scale. She swallowed hard, a lump forming in her throat.The confession she longed to make lingered unspoken, trapped in her chest. She realized, deep down, that no matter how earnest her
Tears still glistened in Rowan's eyes, tracing down both cheeks as she spoke with excitement. She didn't attempt to wipe them away, her wrist held in his grasp. Despite her words, it seemed like she hardly minded the tears, her misty eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her fervor.She resembled a young animal backed into a corner, standing her ground against him with unwavering determination. A strange feeling welled up within him, almost compelling him to release her hand. But the next moment, he recalled why he needed to maintain control.The delicate woman before him, outwardly demure, held a personality in stark contrast. She had manipulated him into marriage, and now she had cleverly maneuvered him once more. The memories of his own hesitations and regrets surged, stoking uncontrollable anger. And now, pregnant with another man's child, she audaciously stood before him, attempting to shake his composure.With each passing thought, his anger intensified, displacing the earlier odd e
Rowan hesitated, still unsure.After a restless night of tossing and turning, she began to feel that pulling James into the mess might just complicate things further.Even if David is truly angry, can she make him leave her alone if she drags James into it?If David becomes even more furious and takes aggressive actions, the drawbacks might be worse than the benefits.With frustration, she realized she shouldn't have involved an innocent person in these troubles just due to a momentary selfish urge.Finally, she decided and said, "Don't come down, I'll handle it."James noticed the change in her expression and could guess why she changed her mind temporarily.He comforted her gently, "You don't need to worry about bothering me, it's not a bother."Rowan smiled thankfully but insisted, "Last night, I was too anxious to think clearly. This issue between him and me shouldn't have dragged you in. I should go down and talk to him alone! After a night, he shouldn't be as unreasonable as ye
David found himself unable to counter his arguments, yet a sense of unhappiness lingered in his heart like an unshakable dark cloud in the sky.Since learning about Rowan's pregnancy just yesterday, his mind had been a whirlwind of chaos, fixated on a single thought: uncover the exact moment it had happened. Despite recognizing the irrationality of his pursuit, he acknowledged his inability to stake a claim in these matters.Even if Rowan and James had indeed initiated their relationship before finalizing their divorce, what grounds did he have to voice his objections? After all, he was the one who had been resolute in ending the marriage.Amidst the protracted silence, James patiently waited as David stared vacantly at the road ahead, signifying his tacit acceptance of the situation. With truth now laid bare, their conversation had reached an impasse.A casual glance in David's direction confirmed James's intuition; David's compliance was palpable. With no more to discuss, James grac
At the stroke of noon, James promptly ascended to the third floor. His colleague in the office was already well-acquainted with the peculiar situation and playfully ushered Rowan away with a chuckle. With an amiable grin, James turned to her and asked, "Care to join me for lunch?"Rowan nodded in agreement.Side by side, the two strolled down the staircase, a serene silence enveloping them. Their unspoken understanding, nurtured over the past few days, guided them as they stepped outside.Several days had elapsed since James's unexpected confession. However, during this span, the two of them had chosen not to revisit the events of that day. Rowan, for her part, adopted an ostrich-like approach, burying her head in the sand of denial. James refrained from pressing the issue; he comprehended that any inquiry now would yield a negative response.His restraint in questioning didn't imply inaction, though. Employing the pretext of coincidental errands, he began inviting Rowan to commute to