When he told me so, his eyes were red. I couldn't bear to refuse him, so I gave up my long-awaited job and became his full-time housewife.
But in the end, I became his burden.
Spencer shook his head and kissed my eyelids, saying, "You aren't trash. You are the best girl in the world."
Hearing him say so, I began to question the authenticity of those photos.
...
At night...
While Spencer was working in the study, I pretended that nothing had happened and lay in bed to watch a show.
At ten p.m. , Spencer came in on time.
As usual, he handed me the milk he had brewed and coaxed me to drink it gently.
If it were in the past, I would definitely finish it in one gulp without any hesitation.
But tonight, I became suspicious of the milk I had to drink every night.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I said coquettishly, "Honey, I don't want to drink milk. Milk doesn't taste good."
"Good girl, milk is nutritious. It's good for your pregnancy."
He coaxed me as patiently as usual.
I felt that there was something wrong with the milk. In order not to arouse his suspicion, I finished it in front of him.
Spencer went to take a shower with peace of mind.