Kendrick swiped open his phone screen, turned on the speaker, and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Annabelle understood his intention—he was worried she might get jealous or misunderstand, so he turned on the speaker.
At least he was being considerate.
“Hello, Kendrick, it’s me.”
Annabelle raised an eyebrow and leaned in close to Kendrick’s ear, repeating with a teasing smile, “Kendrick?”
Kendrick pinched her waist lightly and responded to the person on the phone.
“What’s up, Lena?”
“Is your wife there? I need to talk to her.”
Lena's voice was low, as if she were making the call in secret.
Kendrick replied, “You’re on speaker. She’s right next to me. Go ahead.”
Over the phone, Lena made her request to Annabelle.
She’d heard about Annabelle’s impressive medical skills and wanted her to check her pulse. No matter what the diagnosis was, she wanted Annabelle to tell Anthony that she was pregnant.
Annabelle wasn’t stupid—she knew there had been a past between the two. Now that Lena was a
