Chapter 418 Fetal Movement
The more Maggie thought about it, the more something felt off.
"Let me give you another massage, Maggie. I've learned some new techniques," Fiorello said, rolling up his sleeves after pouring some water.
Maggie laughed. "Anyone who doesn't know might think you're about to start a fight."
Around Maggie, Fiorello didn't show a hint of his CEO arrogance.
Honestly, since meeting him, she never saw Fiorello as a CEO. No billionaire lives in a three-bedroom apartment, drives a modest car, and eats simple meals like he does.
Only after really getting to know Fiorello did Maggie realize what an exceptional man he was.
At home, he doted on his wife; outside, he was a powerful business mogul. Everyone in Cyberland respected him!
No one would guess that the tough CEO outside would wash his wife's feet and give her massages at home.
Fiorello applied some essential oil to his hands. "I'll massage you so you can sleep better."
Maggie had trouble sleeping and could only sleep on her side.
Leaning back against the headboard, Maggie smiled. "Alright. Go ahead, honey."
Fiorello smiled and started the massage.
Maggie teased, "How much does a membership card cost here?"
Fiorello played along, "A monthly card requires a kiss, an annual card needs a kiss and an 'I love you,' and the exclusive VIP service is just for you."
Maggie laughed. "Won't your business go bankrupt like this?"
Fiorello added, "I gain a gentle and virtuous wife. This business is profitable. A virtuous wife brings good fortune and prosperity to the whole family."
Maggie's heart warmed as she watched Fiorello massaging her feet, feeling that all the hardships of pregnancy were worth it.
Fiorello never let her experience pregnancy anxiety. His meticulous care made her feel good every day, with no bad moods at all.
After getting pregnant, Maggie joined a group for expectant mothers online, where many moms-to-be complained and were full of anxiety.
Often, the complaints and anxiety of expectant mothers stemmed from having an unqualified, careless husband.
Maggie laughed and said, "Today Isabella said that a man as good as you should be held onto tightly. With such a good example, her standards for finding a man have risen, and now she finds no one suitable."
Fiorello smiled slightly. "Then next time, tell Isabella that a good man like me is one of a kind and belongs to you."
Maggie smiled. "That's too much. I can't brag about my own husband. Be gentle, it hurts."
Fiorello accidentally pressed too hard, and Maggie cried out in pain.
Fiorello immediately said nervously, "I'll be gentler."
Outside the room, Kimberly wasn't sleeping at all; she was eavesdropping at the door.
Hearing Maggie cry out in pain and then ask Fiorello to be gentler, Kimberly's face turned dark. She cursed in her heart, thinking of Maggie as a self-indulgent vamp who couldn't even take a break while pregnant, still keeping up with her antics and seducing her husband.
Kimberly pressed her ear to the door to listen more closely. Maggie's voice came again. "Fiorello, I told you to be gentler. What if you hurt the baby? A little higher, no, now that's right, it feels so good."
Kimberly was so angry she wanted to smash the door. 'That vixen, she is really shameless. No wonder Fiorello is bewitched.'
Kimberly gritted her teeth, her face changing color. Finally, she couldn't listen anymore and walked away.
Inside the room, Fiorello took some ointment and applied it to Maggie's belly to prevent stretch marks.
Fiorello's movements were very gentle, his fingers slowly spreading the ointment.
The ointment was cool, and Maggie felt very comfortable.
Suddenly, Maggie felt the baby move and was overjoyed. "Fiorello, the baby kicked me."
Fiorello saw it too. While applying the ointment, he saw the baby kick Maggie's belly. It seemed like he could even see the little foot. Maggie's belly was bulging where the baby kicked.
It was the first time Fiorello had seen the baby's movements so clearly. He was overjoyed, reaching out to touch the bulging spot, and the baby kicked again.
This kick hit the softest spot in Fiorello's heart.
Fiorello smiled, his eyes full of tenderness. "Looks like we have a playful child."
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