Chapter 9 Are You Really Pregnant?

"Of course it's yours!" Nancy insisted, her voice cracking with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Her throat tightened as she looked at Yaacob's unbelieving expression, and she continued, her voice almost a whisper, "You should know that. That night with you... it was my first time, and it's only been you."

A trace of a smile, barely there, could be seen appearing on Yaacob's face, but he didn't respond to her words.

With a casual flick of his slender fingers, he pulled a cigarette from the box and lit it in front of Nancy, asking, "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" He didn't wait for an answer before the flame caught the end of the cigarette.

Nancy was rendered speechless. She watched him inhale deeply, then exhale a ring of smoke that seemed both suave and provocative. The air around her was gradually infiltrated by the crisp aroma of the cigarette. It was not unpleasant, but it was oppressive, leaving her feeling smothered and ignored.

"Mr. Getson, are you even lis