Bella, are you pregnant?

BELLA’S POV

I observed the way her gaze lingered on him and how the smiles were about to split her face into two.

She was obviously trying so hard to engage in small talk with him.

My brows furrowed as I continued to watch, my curiosity giving way to a growing discomfort.

Wasn’t she supposed to focus on her work and stop with the talking?

"How's the pressure? Is this comfortable for you?" she asked, her voice almost a purr.

Aaron's voice, warm and polite, drifted across the room. "Yes, that's perfect. Thank you."

Her fingers lingered and her movements were becoming more deliberate.

Of course,I could not always keep my mouth shut,sorry.

I had to say what was on my mind.

I couldn't hold back any longer. "Excuse me," I called out,

The therapist turned her attention toward me, her smile faltering slightly. "Yes, ma'am?"

I took a deep breath, my irritation evident as I spoke "Why are you touching him like that?"

The therapist's confusion was clear and she blinked in surprise. "