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The moment the click of the door lock echoed, the VVIP room suddenly fell deathly quiet, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing. I turned around slowly, fixing my gaze on Samuel, who was still staring at me with his piercing, hawk-like eyes—a longing gaze that never failed to make my knees weak. With slow, hesitant steps, I began to walk toward him."Emelia, come here, sweetheart," he called out raspy, breaking the stifling silence.I nodded slowly. As I closed the distance between us, my fingers moved to undo my buttons one by one, letting the pieces of clothing slide down onto the cold hospital floor. Free from any barriers, I climbed onto the hospital bed, crawling slowly to join him."Samuel..." I called out softly."Yes, what is it, love?" he answered tenderly, his muscular hand reaching up to caress my cheek affectionately.I closed my eyes tightly, leaning into the warmth of his touch, which brought an immense sense of comfort.

We had barely stepped through the door — only minutes into our familiar, spacious master bedroom — when I turned to help him out of his jacket and noticed something terribly wrong. The color drained from Samuel's face without warning, leaving him ashen, nearly bloodless. "Samuel, what's the matter? Why have you gone so pale all of a sudden?" I asked, panic seizing me instantly as I cupped his cheeks in both hands. His skin was cold. Samuel shook his head slowly, the sharp, hawk-like eyes I knew so well dimming to something fragile and distant. "Emelia... I want to hold you," he murmured, his voice rough at the edges as he opened his arms and beckoned me closer. "But you look absolutely drained, sweetheart. Should we go back to the hospital? I'm worried your wound might be—" "I don't want to," he cut me off with a stubbornness that carried a strange, unfamiliar note — almost li

"Why do I have to be examined, Papa?" I asked directly, my brow furrowed deep. I felt both bewildered and confused by Papa Arturo's instruction. Given that I was in perfectly fine health and had no complaints whatsoever, why on earth was I the one being subjected to medical equipment? The one who had been vomiting since morning, dizzy, and whining for ice cream was Samuel. Not me. "Because you do need to be examined, Emelia," Papa Arturo explained with extraordinary calm, a mysterious smile blooming across his middle-aged face. "I'm not sick, Papa. I'm perfectly fine. The one who's been weak and pale this whole time is Samuel, not me," I insisted, stubbornly refusing what seemed utterly unreasonable. Samuel, seated beside me, spoke up in my defense. "Emelia is right, Papa. There's nothing wrong with her. And I feel much better now too. Neither of us is sick." "And who said anythi

My hand had not once loosened its grip around my wife's fingers. I fixed a sharp gaze on the blue-eyed female doctor before us as she prepared to examine Emelia's condition. The moment her hand moved to gently pull aside Emelia's clothing to expose her abdomen, I turned sharply toward Papa Lucas and Papa Arturo, fixing them with an unmistakably intimidating stare. "Don't look," I said flatly, my tone so cold that even the doctor startled and froze mid-motion. "What? Why? Emelia is Papa's daughter, in case you've forgotten, Samuel," Papa Lucas shot back, protesting immediately. "Exactly. Papa only wants to make sure the condition of his future grandchild is fine. Why are you being so dramatic?" Papa Arturo grumbled, joining in. I let out an irritated huff and rolled my eyes lazily. I genuinely could not stand the thought of anyone else seeing the shape of my wife's body — even if the two old men

"Emelia… you're not delirious, are you?" Samuel asked, making sure. His pair of eagle-like eyes fixed on me intently, their gleam a tangled mixture of surprise and curiosity. Without a single trace of hesitation, I gave a firm nod. I held his gaze with a look of the deepest, most earnest pleading, while my palm slowly glided downward, tracing circles across his broad chest in a provocative, unhurried caress. "Hmm… I don't know why either, Samuel. But tonight, I truly want you. I… I want us to do it," I answered honestly, stripping away every last shred of my shame in order to silence the strange, tormenting urge that had taken hold of my body. "But you're in your early pregnancy, Sweetheart. Is it medically safe for us to do this right now?" Samuel asked