"Not intense enough is not acceptable! Can't be too excited!"
Seeing Kendrick's eyes darken, Annabelle felt like a fish lying on a chopping board, begging for mercy with almost no hope.
Kendrick gently stroked her hair, then ran his fingers along her face, finally letting out a long sigh.
"When can that be, I asked seriously."
Annabelle had already forgotten that even if they were to meet again, it would still be a marriage of convenience, and she had also forgotten her previous determination to leave him.
Just like being enchanted by his gaze, she blushed and stammered, "Th... Three months later, I guess."
Kendrick smirked, "Anna, I could go ask the doctor myself."
"Two months, two months later."
Annabelle wished she could cover herself completely with a blanket. What was she doin
