Chapter 1865: About to Give Birth

Monica knelt on the sofa, holding a book and staring at the four words in front of her without blinking. She seemed like a plaster statue. Tristan raised an eyebrow and looked calmly at her face.

Monica cleared her throat and looked up at him. "Um... This... This can't count..."

"Why can't it count?" Tristan was puzzled, looking at her seriously. "If this doesn't count, then we only have 99 things left. Are we still getting married?"

Monica looked helpless, despite her seemingly carefree appearance. The thought of taking a bath together was beyond her imagination. Tristan took the book from her and lifted her from the sofa, carrying her straight to the bathroom. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"What are you doing?" The girl blushed, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

Ignoring her protests, Tristan kissed her as they entered the bathroom. He gently placed her in the tub and adjusted the water temperature. With warm water flowing down, Monica sat in the tub, staring at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

beside the tub, Tristan gazed affectionately at her and softly asked, "Princess,

blushed

blurted out boldly, reaching for his collar and unbuttoning the first button underneath

shock yet amused, the man enjoyed the

light and steam, making the girl's dark eyelashes even more enchanting. She hesitated to look into his eyes as

lifted her face, kissing her again

and fell slightly, stirring something

an hour, the two, clad in bathrobes, emerged from the bathroom, the sweet ambiguity still lingering

page and inscribed the date at the end of the “taking a bath together’ entry, then

swiftly heading to the bedroom

closed the bedroom door behind her, her heart felt like it was going to burst. Her hands cupped her face, feeling the

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