“Okay.”
Giselle tossed aside the comforter and swung her legs off the bed, only to be halted as Henry Jefferson grabbed her legs.
He wrapped one arm around her slim waist while his other hand lifted a half-eaten bowl of seafood congee, scooping up a spoonful.
“Finish this first, then you can go.”
With no other choice, Giselle reluctantly complied with his wishes.
The congee had turned cold, the geoduck inside emitting a fishy smell that made Giselle feel queasy.
At first, she managed to suppress the nausea, but as she continued, it became unbearable, and she inadvertently gagged.
Surprise flickered in Henry’s eyes. He quickly set the congee aside and pulled out a couple of napkins for her.
“Are you pregnant?” There was an tremble in his usually steady voice, a detail even he hadn't
