Chapter 290 Adrian Must Really Like Alice.
Adrian rubbed his brow, looking groggy. "Did you go to the hospital for a check-up?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
Alice replied, "Yeah, Adrian. When are you coming to see me? The baby and I miss you."
"I'll come by later," Adrian said.
Alice beamed. "Really? See you tonight then."
Natalie walked downstairs, feeling bitter and clenching her fingers. Her chest felt tight.
Adrian must really like Alice. She was his fiancée and she was pregnant with his child. Once the baby was born, they'd get married and be happy together.
Natalie thought, 'Leave this place. Once I've saved enough, take Mom and leave this city for good.'
Adrian sat at the dining table, eyeing the food. It looked great, and he knew it would taste good.
He took a bite of the beef stew and paused. "Did you make this?" he asked, looking up.
Natalie, sitting across from him, quietly eating, nodded. "Yes."
Adrian pressed his lips together; the taste was familiar. Alice had brought this to his office many times. He loved stew, and Alice's version was the best.
Natalie watched his expression, wondering if he didn't like it. She thought about saying she wouldn't make it again, but realized there wouldn't be a next time. This was the last time.
"If you don't like it, try the other dishes. The cream of mushroom soup is good too," she said.
After the meal, Natalie noticed Adrian had finished the entire plate of stew. Did he like it? She glanced at him.
Just then, Lucky came downstairs, playing with something in his mouth. Smelling the meat, Lucky ran to Adrian and dropped the item by his hand. Adrian frowned, feeling the texture.
Lucky barked, and Natalie realized it was her pink bra. Her cheeks turned crimson. She stood up abruptly.
Adrian bent down to pick it up, but Natalie rushed over, snatched it from his hand, and lightly tapped Lucky's head. "Lucky, you're too naughty," she said, then quickly went upstairs.
Adrian looked at Lucky. "You little pervert."
Lucky whimpered in protest.
In her bedroom, Natalie looked at the bra, feeling embarrassed. Her cheeks burned. Last night, was it Adrian who undressed her? There were no servants, so it must have been him.
She thought, 'Oh well, if he undressed me, so be it. We've been intimate before.'
Thinking about his hand touching her bra made her cheeks burn and her heart race. This ambiguous intimacy made her mouth dry.
For the first time, her heart pounded like crazy.
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