Chapter 92:
Since I was in the early stages of pregnancy, he restrained himself, and we didn’t have sex.
When he held me, I was in a very good mood. I didn’t reject his touch at all. In fact, I enjoyed being close to him.
The following week, I spent nearly all my time in bed. It wasn’t because I was lazy, but because Miranda was very diligent in carrying out Herbert’s orders. Aside from eating and going to the bathroom, she wouldn’t let me do anything else. She also prepared many different types of dishes for me, including various regional delicacies and nutritious meals.
I had lived for 25 years, but I had never felt so indulged. In just one week, I had gained five pounds, and my pregnancy symptoms had become much milder. That afternoon, I couldn’t help but text Herbert.
“Dear Boss, can you please let me go out for a walk? I’m bored out of my mind.”
Not long after, I received a message from him.
“I’ll take you out to soak up the sun tomorrow.”
His message made me wonder—did that mean he would accompany me on a trip? The thought of finally getting a chance to go outside filled my heart with joy. I quickly typed a message in response and sent it to him.
Great! Where are you taking me to bask in the sun tomorrow?”
“My parents’ house.”
When I saw that message, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me.
His parents’ house?
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This felt unreal!
The reason we had married wasn’t out of love; it was because of a contract. We were a fake couple.
Given that, why would he want to take me to meet his parents?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that he had sent the wrong message. So I quickly replied, “If you need to see your parents, you can go back directly. Don’t worry about me. Miranda will take good care of me.”
About two minutes later, I received a response from Herbert.
“I’ve told my parents that we’re married. They want to meet you. Get ready. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
I was stunned. Was he really planning to take me to meet his parents?
Good heavens! I wasn’t prepared for this at all. After sending my message to Herbert, I quickly put on my shoes and went to find Miranda.
“Okay,” was the short reply I sent to Herbert. I rushed to the kitchen to find Miranda, pulling her to the sofa in the living room to sit down.
“Madam, what’s the matter? I’m preparing lunch for you,” Miranda said.
“Oh, Miranda, you can prepare lunch later. I have something more important to tell you. Herbert is taking me to meet his parents tomorrow,” I said. The reason I asked Miranda for advice was that I knew she would be honest with me. We’d been getting along well lately, and she trusted me a lot.
Miranda smiled.
“You and Mr. Wharton are married. It’s normal for you to meet his parents.”
“I know, but I’m really nervous. I don’t want to leave a bad impression on them. I have some questions—like, what kind of woman do they like? What kind of clothes should I wear? What gifts should I bring?”
