Chapter 39
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Romance
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Days passed and my pregnancy became even more imminent. Evan became ever more clining to me. Being near him was suffocating, yet he seemed entirely unaware,even reveled in it.
"Avery, the water's ready," Evan announced from the bathroom doorway, pausing as if unsure what to say next.
I approached with my clothes. Seeing he wouldn’t move aside, I looked at him with dissatisfaction. "Move."
He hesitated then said, "You’re quite far along now. Let me help you bathe."
I touched my rounded belly and responded firmly, "No, I don’t want to see you."
"If you really don’t want to see me, you could close your eyes while I bathe you," he suggested.
Evan’s absurd suggestion surprised me. While I was still shocked, he lifted me up. Feeling light, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.
He knelt before me and clumsily unbuttoned my dress, muttering, "Your belly is large now. Be careful and avoid being stubborn. After you give birth, you'll move freely again." His endless chatter stirred an indescribable feeling within me.
Given the difficulty I faced with bathing due to my enlarged belly, I reluctantly let him help.
After drying my hair, I was ready to sleep when Evan, still wet, came out of the bathroom. He glanced awkwardly my way. "Mrs. Mitchell mentioned your severe morning sickness. We should see a doctor tomorrow."
I pulled the covers over myself and lay down, ignoring him. Morning sickness is common among pregnant women.
In the middle of the night, intense pain shot through my legs. I opened my eyes to see a dark figure by the bed, startling me. It was Evan. I threw a pillow at him, yelling, "What are you doing here?"
Before I could pull back my foot, he grasped it firmly. Even in the darkness, I could see his bright eyes. His voice was gentle, "Don't move. You have a leg cramp. I'll massage it."
I frowned as I watched his skilled hands work on my legs. Clearly, he had learned this specifically and practiced many times on me to perfect his technique.
Remembering the persistent dark circles under his eyes, I began to wonder that...