After finishing a game, Lorraine Hughes stood up, "I'm going upstairs."
She said this and left.
Nathan Bolton frowned. What's wrong? She didn't even put away the chess pieces. He took a step to follow her.
Lorraine Hughes went to the room, and before she could unbutton her clothes, she heard footsteps behind her.
"Why did you come too?"
"What's wrong with you?" He looked at her fingers resting on her collar, "Not feeling well, huh?"
Lorraine nodded, her cheeks flushed.
Seeing her like this, Nathan understood.
"Shall I help you, eh?"
"Get out of here!"
"You drank the milk tea, it would go to waste, the baby can't drink it..."
"I know, just go out first." She was on the brink of losing it, couldn't hold on any longer.
"How about I help you? If the baby doesn't drink, then give it to me, I can't let it go to waste..."
Then, Master Bolton got kicked out of the room.
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