Adam sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought. The encounter with Ina had left him more unsettled than he cared to admit.
When he had hugged her, he couldn't help but notice the slight bump in her stomach.
At first, he wondered if she might be sick, but he quickly dismissed the idea.
Ina didn't look unwell; in fact, there was a glow about her that suggested otherwise.
What's it to me if she is sick? Adam thought, trying to shake off his concern. She's just a maid, after all. Yet, the rationalization felt hollow.
Adam had never been one to fall easily for a woman's attempt at seduction, but there was something different about Ina.
The way she had trembled in his arms, the look in her eyes—he had felt something inside him shift, something he couldn't quite control.
