It was late at night.

Athena Adams had just taken a shower. She put on her silk underwear with her slender fingers and walked to the bedside. She picked up the phone on the bedside table and looked at it.

At midnight.

Mark Clinton wouldn't be back, would he?

After lying down, she closed her eyes and gently rubbed her lower abdomen with her fingers. There was joy, excitement, and hesitation.

Athena couldn't help but think of what the doctor said during the day-

"The examination report has come out. The baby is less than two months old, and the fetus is not stable enough. Do you plan to keep it or let it go?"

She didn't dare to give the doctor a definite answer, because she was not sure.

Although she was looking forward to the joy of being a mother.

This was her first child. She had been married to Mark for more than a year, and it took her a lot of effort to plant it.

It was also the only connection between the two of them apart from the marriage contract.

...

The dim sleeping light in the bedroom was on. Athena was in a daze when she heard the sound of the door opening from the entrance.

A moment later, a tall figure came over.

The man's fingers were so cold that she gradually sobered up.

"Mark..." She sensed that something was wrong, but before she could finish her words, she was sealed in her mouth.

Mark's kiss wasn't overbearing, it was just like his entire being. It was ice-cold, with a hint of mint.

Athena only felt a chill run down her spine. She raised her hand in shock and stopped him. "Mark... No!"

The doctor said that she had just found out that she was pregnant. She couldn't...

Mark stopped.

In the night, the man stared at her with his dark eyes, which were bottomless, and there were waves of unknown meaning.

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded a little hoarse and a little dissatisfied.

No man would like to be stopped halfway.

What's more, he was Mark Cliton, the eldest son of the Cliton family. He was the eligible bachelor who all the women in the city yearned to curry favor with.

Athena did not dare to tell Mark about her pregnancy. She could only swallow her saliva and lie to him. "I... I feel uncomfortable today, so I went to the hospital for an examination..."

In the quiet air, they could only hear each other's breathing.

Athena was so nervous that she didn't even dare to look Mark in the eye, but she knew that he was waiting for her words.

She hesitated and said, "The doctor said that I have a minor cervical illness. It's best not to... No, that..."

Even if he didn't know what it meant, Mark knew what it meant.

His cold eyes lingered on her unnatural face as if he were weighing the authenticity of her words.

Athena knew very well that Mark wasn't an easy person to fool. He would find out sooner or later that she had gone to the hospital for a see-through. She might as well play her cards by ear...

He described pregnancy as a consuming disease.

Mark, who had a high level of mysophobia, couldn't possibly...

"I'm sorry..." Athena pursed her lips and replied in a muffled voice.

Mark was silent for a moment and did not answer. He just stared at her. After a while, his heavy body suddenly turned over, like a cheetah running on the grassland losing its wildness.

With a "bang", he turned off the bedside table's light, and then took the opportunity to cover her with the quilt, as if he were giving an order.

"Go to sleep!"