Chapter 3

I suppressed my voice, yet he grasped my waist firmly, shouting in my ear and demanding that I moan more loudly.

"Louder, so that everyone can hear it and know just how restless you are, baby," he desired that others should discover that this pregnant woman was difficult to satisfy.

I was overwhelmed by his taunting words. Eventually I broke down completely, sobbing, which only drove him even more berserk.

I was in agony and filled with shame, yet also experiencing pleasure. All the while, I was worried sick about the baby inside me, so I pleaded with him to stop.

However, he seemed to have turned deaf and gone crazy, compelling me to endure this joyful torment until the middle of the night.

It was not until my voice had become totally hoarse and I was unable to utter a single sound that he finally released me.

In that moment, an absurd idea stroke me suddenly.

Maybe I had never been John's princess, but rather... a disposable toy!

Nevertheless, the physical pain and exhaustion left me no opportunity to ponder over it. Moreover, John held me tenderly and wiped my body clean, driving away this odd thought as I sank into a deep slumber.

Little did I know that after I had fallen asleep, John quietly rose from beside me, opened the door and walked out.

In the subsequent days, John kept on leaving early in the morning and coming back late at night.

During this period, it was just Karson and I left at home. Acting like an obedient butler, he kept his distance from me after sensing my aversion for him.

Whenever he completed the cooking, he would confine himself to his room for the greater part of the day, only coming out when it was time to get ready for the next meal.

Initially, I was wary of him, but as his behavior became more considerate, I grew less resistant.

Maybe I was thinking too much about him.

That day, as usual, I lay in my room reading after dinner.

I wanted a baby as gentle and refined as John. Consequently, I had cultivated a good habit of reading, believing that it might be beneficial to the baby.

For the sake of our baby, this habit also played a crucial role as well.

But that day, as I lay there, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, two hours had passed.

I was still on the sofa, the book beside me untouched.

Yet, I felt utterly exhausted, as if I'd been through a manual labor.

I reckoned it must be due to John's being too unrestrained during the night, which had left my body extremely fatigued. Thus, when he stretched out his hand towards me again that night, I halted his hand.

We needed a few days to rest; neither baby nor I could endure such intensity.

Though John was a bit displeased, he was reasonable.

I had the first peaceful sleep since becoming pregnant that night.

The next day, I felt refreshed when I woke up.

Karson prepared a delicious breakfast for me, and John went to work as usual. Everything was great.

After breakfast, I decided to pay a visit to my parent.

Since marrying John, I rarely visited them unless he was on a business trip.

However, now that I was pregnant, I desired to share this wonderful news with them in person so as to make them happy.

Upon learning about my plan, Karson volunteered to drive me, yet I declined his offer.

How could I bring an unfamiliar man to my family when John was absent?

Karson insisted, leaving me in dilemma.

I got no choice but to call John for advice.