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I was taken aback and instinctively wanted to shake my head to say no. However, when I saw her winking at me, she continued, "Pregnancy cramps are the worst. You'd also better stay at home, especially

during the first three months, because it might cause a miscarriage."

Hendrix was about to bring the documents upstairs when Minnie stopped him with a smile. "Master Hendrix, pregnancy cramps can be painful. Give her a massage later. I bought a bottle of essential oil at noon. It's in your bedroom."

I have to say that Minnie was an absolute godsend.

Hendrix put away the documents that were supposed to be brought upstairs and looked at me. "Does it hurt?"

I was dumbfounded. Then, I realized that Hendrix was asking if the cramps hurt.

I looked at Minnie and saw her nodding at me. I looked back at Hendrix, could not help but nod my head. I forced a smile as I replied, "Yes."

He frowned but still spoke in his usual calmness. "Come on."

He went ahead and headed straight for the bedroom. I turned to Minnie in a daze, and said, "But Minnie, I have no cramps!"

were many other

in disappointment. "It doesn't matter whether you have cramps or not. You'll have all the symptoms you should have when you're five

bedroom and heard the sound of water running coming from the bathroom; Hendrix was

bottle of essential oil on the bedside table, I had to admit that

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he came out of the bathroom. There was still water dripping from his hair, and the water dripped down his chest

A voice interrupted my train of thoughts

see Hendrix looking at me with his deep-set eyes, his thoughts unpredictable. Our eyes met, but since I was a little ashamed

movement from the bedroom. I thought I heard Hendrix's phone ringing, but I was greeted by him holding my phone to his ears with a grim face

of the bathroom.

I could not help but step

me the phone with

peeped at the screen when I took it from his hand. The call was from Sawyer. Why did he call

politely into it, "Hello, Mr. Clark!" I

corner of my eyes, I saw him leaning on the chaise longue, looking at his cellphone with an