Pathetically, I thought, if he just told me the truth—even just one sentence—I might still consider raising Chloe’s child as if it were my own.
But the ringtone went unanswered.
Inside Room 203, Ethan’s frown deepened.
“Why won’t the calls stop? Didn’t I say I was on a business trip?”
Chloe murmured softly,
“Is it Lily? Maybe you should answer, so she doesn’t worry.”
Ethan snapped, annoyed.
“No need. If I pick up, she’ll just go on and on. Asking what I ate, if I slept well—it’s exhausting.”
“Since the wedding she checks up on me every day. Anyone would think I married my mother, not my wife.”
“Even my mom isn’t that nagging.”
On the tenth call, Ethan simply shut his phone off.
Chloe slid her hand around his arm, pressing her cheek against his chest.
“Ethan, I heard a woman’s body changes after pregnancy.”
“Do you want to try it?”
“Who has the better figure—me or Lily? I asked you last time but you didn’t answer. Afraid I’d be mad? I promise I won’t be.”
Ethan chuckled helplessly, brushing her nose affectionately.
“You… you’ve got the best body in the whole world. Otherwise, why would a man like me, who’s always restrained, never resist you?”