If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have had such a miserable day yesterday.
She tried every trick in the book to seduce him but to no avail, and after finally admitting she wasn't pregnant, she was devoured through and through.
She almost got strangled to death by an infuriated Chester Yale...
"Evelyn Sherman, you are really pregnant this time, right?" Chester Yale suddenly parted his lips, his large hand wandered across her face, slowly moving down to her still-flat stomach.
Her stomach, without any excess flesh, didn't show at all that it was already home to a little baby.
Chester Yale asked uncertainly, fearing that this time, it was just another of his illusions.
"The doctor said it's been three weeks, it should be correct," Evelyn Sherman replied instinctively, not noticing anything amiss with him.
"..." Chester Yale's body suddenly became somewhat stiff, and the hand he placed on her stomach also became very careful.
