Life really had a messed-up sense of humor. Anathea let out a small, bitter laugh. She curled up, resting her hands over her belly.Right now, this baby was the only thing keeping her together.…Not long after, the door to the ward opened again. Gregory came back in, carrying a thermal lunch box."If you're not going to sleep, get up and eat something," he said casually.Anathea didn't want to listen to him, but she was honestly starving. She struggled to sit up.Meanwhile, Gregory opened the lunch box and started taking out dish after dish—all delicate, nutritious meals.Anathea stared for a second, a little dazed.As far as she could remember, Gregory had never brought her food before. This weird change in him made her uncomfortable.Picking a bowl, she grabbed some food and slowly started eating, sneaking glances at him from time to time.Without looking up, Gregory said, "What? Do you have to sneak glances at your own husband because you're scared of directly checking hi
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