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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!"

other symptoms, there

her forehead 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 or six months

sound of water running coming from the bathroom; Hendrix

on the bedside table, I had to admit

had not returned to the villa for a few days, but fortunately, Hendrix had not gone as far as to get rid of my clothes. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website

for him to shower. Only a bath towel was wrapped around his waist when he came out of the

your turn!" A voice interrupted my train of thoughts heading somewhere it

his deep-set eyes, his thoughts unpredictable. Our eyes met, but since I was a little ashamed by my own mental images

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

of the bathroom.

that he had answered my phone, I could not help but step towards him. I looked at him and asked,

saying anything, he handed me the phone

his hand. The call

I spoke politely into it, "Hello, Mr.

I saw him leaning on the chaise longue, looking at his cellphone with an