Chapter: 722

Barlow’s gaze was drawn to her flushed lips, an unconscious swallow tracing his throat.

Had he begun to crave her Lips?

He drew nearer.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a nurse strode in, clutching a handful of bills.

“Sir…”

pairs of eyes pivoted towards

aback and a touch

injured, you know. Too much

blossomed

a swift shove, she dislodged Barlow, wishing

to wash

the scene, took a deep breath and

for your eyes, it would be best not to disturb,” he suggested, a grin playing at

nurse took his advice to heart, her

She truly

gaze rested on Eleanor’s protruding belly, his

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