It turned out children were sensitive in their world.

And they were correct.

Zoey did not want the child to see her swelling. She would not know how to explain it.

She lowered her eyes to look at the peaceful sleeping face of the child, and her heart gradually calmed down.

No matter what, to be able to return to this period was already a good fortune given to her by God. She should not have been so impulsive. At least, she should talk with him.

Even if for the sake of Vanny.

But his actions truly hurt her.

After tossing and turning, she turned around. Her heart was heavy. She felt indescribably discomfort.

In her hazy state, she fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside and stopped at the door.

Following that, the door opened.

A tall figure came to the door.

He slowly walked in. First, he bent down to hold Vanny. After sending him out, he returned to the bedside.

Then, he turned over and climbed onto the bed, covering himself with the blanket.

Zoey woke up because she felt hot. When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself sleeping in someone's arms for some reason. According to her senses, it was not Vanny's.

She had a bad feeling in her heart. When she turned around, she only saw a handsome face with stubble. The man was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

"Wyatt?"

Her heart quivered. She sat up.

When did he come? Where was Vanny?

She glared at him, simply unable to believe he could do so. What happened? Did he climb onto the bed at midnight?

Were their positions reversed?

"Morning." Startled awake by her, he opened his eyes and greeted her vaguely. He then turned over and tried to pull her down. "It's early. Continue sleeping."

"No, where is Vanny?" She glared at him.

"I sent him back to his room." He said, turning over. "Don't worry. He slept soundly. I didn't wake him up at all."

"When did I ask you this?" She was angry, "I mean, how did you get here? I locked the door!"

"Oh, I have the key." He said calmly.

"You! You are shameless!" She was so angry that her face turned red.

He looked at her flushed face with admiration and said, "You are my wife, madam. It is natural for me to sleep with you, isn't it?"

Zoey was about to retort when she suddenly remembered something. She slowly calmed down and said to him, "Is that so? But I seemed to say this to you before, right? Why is it the other way around?"

Wyatt was stunned, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across his face.

Indeed, she came to him before and always took the initiative. It was the first time he had come to her bed like this.

But it doesn't matter. Everything has its beginning, right?

A mature man should admit to doing something wrong!

"Don't be afraid. It's the same to let me do it now."

"Of course, it's different. I don't want to be with you now. Oh!"

Before she finished speaking, he suddenly turned over and pressed her down.

The elastic bed trembled a few times before it was pressed down to keep still.

Of course, Zoey was the same.

"What are you doing?" She looked at him with clear eyes. She no longer had the anger and impulse from last night. "Now Mr. Windsor has changed your mind? Don't you want to wait until you confirm my feelings?"

His movements paused, knowing that she repeated what he had said before.

To be honest, he did not want to keep his promise.

The reason was simple. She was too attractive now.