Jas Grant’s eyes flickered, as if contemplating Evelyn Clayton’s words.
Evelyn’s expression was calm, but her heart was in turmoil, fearing that Jas would sense sothing amiss.
After a long silence, Jas’ slender, slightly cool fingertips gently brushed across Evelyn’s lips. In the end, he said nothing and pressed Evelyn onto the bed.
He seed to intend to sleep like this for the night. Evelyn was tightly held in Jas’ arms, unable to move, yet her consciousness beca increasingly clear.
She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling — in fact, she could barely see anything.
But the sound of her heartbeat grew increasingly distinct.
The man beside her seed to hear her heart beating, shifted slightly, and the pressure of his embrace intensified, making it even harder for Evelyn to escape.
His hot breath sprayed onto the side of Evelyn’s neck. She endured the shivers, closing her eyes deeply.
That night, she was half-awake, half-asleep, dreaming of being pregnant for ten months and giving birth to an adorable daughter.
The little girl looked much like Jas, her temperant seemingly inheriting his as well—quiet and easy-going, causing no trouble and very considerate.
Evelyn held her daughter, singing lullabies softly to coax her to sleep.
It was a song from childhood mories, sung to her by Charlotte Sterling.
Those were among the rare tender monts between the mother and daughter.
The gentle and lodious lullaby spanned through ti and sounded in Evelyn’s ears, she could hardly tell if the song was sung from her own mouth or emanating from a distant, damp childhood past.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached over.
The face of the person reaching could not be seen, and Evelyn looked up in confusion, only to see those hands reaching straight for the baby in her arms.
Fear and anxiety instantly overwheld Evelyn’s heart. She watched helplessly as the child was taken from her embrace, desperately wanting to scream, but her throat felt obstructed, unable to make any sound.
My child...
Evelyn watched the figure walking away further and further in agony.
Finally, daylight broke.
Upon awakening, Evelyn was still in Jas’ strong embrace.
Sunlight stread through the window, dazzlingly bright; the man’s breathing was deep and lethargic, clearly still lost in slumber.
However, it wasn’t long before Jas was awakened by Evelyn’s slightly hurried breathing.
He moved his arm, realized sothing, and furrowed his brow slightly, "What’s wrong?"
Evelyn gradually steadied her breathing, thin sweat slowly trickling down her forehead, along her cheek, and dropping onto the sheets.
"Evelyn, what’s wrong with you?" Jas fully awakened, lifting his body slightly, a hint of panic flashing in his dark eyes.
After a long pause, Evelyn slowly spoke, "It’s nothing. Just had a nightmare, that’s all."
Jas saw her eyes focusing, and then he slightly relaxed, silently touching Evelyn’s forehead after a mont, "What kind of nightmare scared you this much?"
His voice was low and hoarse, still carrying the weariness of morning, inexplicably adding a touch of tenderness.
This made Evelyn feel strangely as if they were not a feuding couple but rather loving spouses married for many years.
Brushing away this thought, Evelyn chuckled inwardly, lowering her eyes to hide the bit of mockery in them.
She gazed into Jas’ eyes and slowly said, "I don’t know how, but I dread I was pregnant. Dread I had a daughter, but...soone wanted to take my child. That person looked very much like you."
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