Some delicately made sweet breakfasts on the table, including Flora's favorite green tea tiramisu.
She rested her hand on the table, puffing her cheeks at the opposite man.
"Do you want to hurt me fatter or what? I didn't fit my dress earlier, ate many sweets, and it didn't fit. Are you going to expand again?"
Patrick laughed, pushing a plate of green tea tiramisu from the middle of the table in front of her.
"You can't gain weight in a few days, even if you finish eating this cake. Moreover, it's okay to gain another one or two pounds, you'll be prettier, and I'll... love you more."
Green tea tiramisu has an eye-catching light green cake base mixed with a thick cream of smooth white sprinkled with green tea powder on the cake, which is highly stimulating to the hungry caterpillar in the stomach.
In Patrick's attentive gaze, Flora held a small spoon and turned the piece around to see where to get her hand down.
Patrick's eyes were filled with tenderness. He coughed slightly, catching her attention.
"Come out with me this afternoon, and I'll ask my friends abroad to golf."
Flora's pale brown eyes unknowingly opened wide open.
It's the first time he's talk about his friends in front of her. Before she asked him, he said nothing meaningful.
And this friend... must be vital to him, so he can introduce her, right?
Thinking so, she smiled and tilted her head slightly.
"Yes, but who is that friend of yours? Am I acquainted or not?"
Patrick shook his head.
"No, you don't, but you'll get used to it tonight. He's a brotherhood at my France school, handsome, perfect, and considered a college legend. SEI Corporation, you hear? It's his family's corporation."
Patrick's university in the France is one of the top universities in the world, and they can be considered a legend at that university, definitely not an ordinary person.
In other words, this man will stand out wherever he stands.
Wait a minute, Patrick just said...
"Tonight?"
It's like you just exposed yourself, and it's a little awkward, Patrick scratching his head.
"Yeah, I and he made an appointment tonight, but I want to spend more time with you. Besides, whether you're at home or home, you can't avoid the eyes of others. If wanting to enjoy our own space, of course, you have to go out."
He said it was reasonably reasonable, and the white confession made her temporarily unable to think of any counterarguments, so she bowed her head to hide the blush on her cheeks.
The thin hand tightened the small spoon, rolled up a piece of cake, and held it up the mouth.
However, today's smell and taste of green tea tiramisu seem nauseating.
"Hmmg..."
No one could respond to the unexpected situation. Flora herself was bewildered.
She tried again to put a spoon of cake on her nose, immediately covered her mouth, and threw up.
Her face was pale, not like she was pretending to be upset.
Patrick hurriedly pulled away the plate, looking anxiously at her.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with this cake?"
He looked at the maid not far away, who had just prepared cakes and tea.
The maid had been working for the Jones family for many years. Seeing her landlord's questioning eyes mixed with the blame, she hurried to check the cake in the dish.
To her surprise, all the cakes on the table were made from high-end ingredients and hygienic.
Flora shouldn't have vomited at the same time.
She picked up a plate of confectionery and smelled it, still the sweet fragrance of milk butter mixed with the scent of refreshing green tea, with no strange smell.
It's not sour, either.
She hesitated a little, frowning:
"The cake is fine, and it's not broken at all... How is Miss Flora feeling?"
Flora's still very ugly, and she shook her head.
"I'm fine... I've been eating too many sweets these days and feel a little nauseous. It'll be better if I rest for a while."
Her explanation was a little awkward, combined with a pale complexion, which was not convincing.
Patrick shook his head.
"No, I have to take you to the hospital to check what's happening. Let me text my friend to move the appointment to the next day."
Flora doesn't think her problem is severe, and she's been nauseous lately.
She doesn't care much because she just takes a break, then will stabilize.
Is it too disrespectful to move the appointment scheduled with Patrick's friend? Such talented people must be very busy.
"Is that okay? But I don't think it's okay."
But Patrick can't overthink right now, and he's just worried about her.
"It's okay, and my friend is not narrow-minded. Now that your health is the most important thing, I can't leave my wife like that, right?"
The maid, who had been silent, suddenly thought of a possibility.
"I think Miss Flora's expression is more like... pregnancy than an issue with digestion. When pregnant, I feel like throwing up while smelling grease or sweets. I just like sour food."
Pregnant? How is that possible?
Flora's pale face faded a few parts again. Images that she had tried to forget for the past two months came to mind again, more apparent than ever.
Her limbs trembled as if they were falling off her body, and a small layer of sweat came from her forehead.
Seeing that her expression didn't seem right, Patrick was also perplexed at the fastest speed to take her to the hospital.
The waiting time for test results is as long as a year.
Patrick clenched his hand on the white bed, glancing at the door for a moment, waiting for the doctor to announce the result.
Crack!
The hospital room door opened, and a doctor in a long-sleeved white blouse with a tight mask came in and nodded to the two.
"Are you her husband? Your wife is pregnant without knowing how to take care of anything, so she can run around, eat, and drink. Can you take responsibility if the child has a problem?"
Flora felt as if she had just been thrown into the ice vault. She avoided Patrick's inquisitive gaze, closing her lips to prevent the sobbing from pouring out of her throat.
So... she's pregnant.
Pregnant with a strange man, in an uncontrollable situation.
She doesn't even know who the father is.
A doctor is an experienced person. How can he not see the situation that is not so right now?
These two are married, or soon-to-be, still wearing rings on their hands, but when they heard about pregnancy, there was no joy.
"I'm going out... you guys talk."
The doctor sighed, shaking his head and going out.
Originally intended to disseminate the knowledge of pregnancy and childbirth to the young couple, but seeing this situation, the baby is of the other.
Patrick also bowed his head, then suddenly pushed the door straight out.
Flora lay on her sickbed, watching the shadow of his back. From the corner of her eyes came a cold tear.
Whatever happens will come, it can't be avoided.