Lizetta looked away, a blush creeping up her cheeks, finding it hard to meet Jerome's gaze. She was about to brush off the tension with a laugh when she heard his voice, smooth and tinged with amusement, from above.

"You're pretty straightforward, aren't you?"

"Uh?" Lizetta looked up, puzzled.

Jerome raised an eyebrow, "I didn't want to scare you, but it seems like you've turned the tables on me."

Lizetta was at a loss for words.

Jerome chuckled, "That's right, I like you."

His admission was candid.

Once everything was out in the open, Lizetta felt less uneasy. She touched her pregnant belly in astonishment, clearly confused.

"But why? I mean, this doesn't make any sense."

Their interactions had been limited. Excluding a brief encounter years ago, by the time they met again, she was already pregnant and he was taking her to the hospital.

Lizetta's expression turned peculiar as a thought crossed her mind.

She wondered if Jerome was one of those men who sought thrill in unconventional relationships. Did he really have such unusual tastes?

in her gaze and

never makes sense. It

was only after seeing you again did I realize that I remembered every detail of our first meeting. Perhaps,

now turned into a

it, he'd found himself drawn to her, and compassion often leads to deeper

her expression a mix

slightly bending

feelings

squinted slightly, holding

my means, to

not sure whether to laugh

his gaze, his deep eyes

gentle, not intense or

a little bit, this is the first time

It was indeed unique.

Jerome

up, his

it wasn't

bet

but I

it, wasn't

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