Anthony raised an eyebrow. “We just did it a few hours ago, and you're already pregnant?”
Lena chuckled. “I’m pregnant with my husband’s child. What does that have to do with you?”
Anthony stared at her for two seconds. “You’re lying.”
“I have no reason to,” she said as she tried to break free from his grip.
But he pulled her hand and led her to the bedroom. He turned on the light and picked up a small pillbox from her nightstand. “Pregnant women still take sleeping pills?”
Lena pressed her lips together. “Those are from before. I haven’t taken them since I got pregnant.”
Anthony gave a cold laugh. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“My husband and I are both healthy. Why can’t I get pregnant?”
The two stood in a standoff after she said that.
Anthony stared into her eyes, expressionless. Whatever he was thinking, it was hard to read. But that gaze, as if it could pierce through her soul, still made Lena instinctively shrink back.
She wanted to look away, but in the end, she forced herself t
