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Side Story 3: Paul VS Daryl (3)

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas? How coincident!" That man exclaimed uneasily before he explained to his wife, "Mr. Thomas is the chairman of our company.’

Daryl sighed in despair, blaming herself of signing up for such a class with so many people, which eventually got her identity and the fact of her pregnancy exposed.

Yet Paul was still playing with a baby doll nonchalantly, totally unheeding the reaction of the class as he was pinching the fat tummy and little hand of the doll with interest.

Do you think the news about my pregnancy will be spread in your company tomorrow?" Daryl asked, holding Paul's sleeve. She was so uneasy because of some superstition in her hometown that the fewer people know about your pregnancy, the safer your baby tend to be during the gestation.

’I've got a good method to stop that.“ said Paul.

“What's it?"

Telling him he will be fired if the secret is to be spread." Paul went on.

Daryl regarded Paul coldly, disappointed at his bad joke, while Paul was still playing with the doll's foot naughtily.

you mean it?"

Just kidding." said Paul.

class. Daryl was following the coach's demonstration by placing the doll upon her lap on its face and patting it on the

it carefully, and took the

doll on his lap adeptly, he patted

making several women screaming in terror. Daryl, who had been startled too, hurried to pick up the head and fix it into where it had been while apologizing

a brutal scene that Daryl even felt her baby was

at Paul. "Are you going to take its life by hitting it

be frank, that idea did occur to me."

class which lasted less than one hour, Daryl just felt she had spent a year there. The moment the class was over, she just can't wait to leave

the class." Paul

Daryl muttered. "It's my bad that I was only thinking about studying with a normal group when I chose the class in the beginning." She just forgot her current status actually wouldn't allow her to

office, lived in a common apartment, purchased the ingredients for the meals like a normal housewife, and she never elaborately picked the expensive commodity. The huge amount of savings in her bank account actually meant nothing to her, and she couldn't even spend one

everything just seemed so incompatible now. That feeling of frustration got her

back seat of the car, she was brooding about what happened just now gloomily, partially because pregnant women tended to get more