Chapter 75. Nausea

That morning, Beverley woke up with an aching body. A muscular hand curled around her waist. She stroked Brent’s chest, which was her pillow, and then sighed.

Today, the man was going to New York as usual. It would take a few days. So they had spent a passionate night before parting.

“I don’t want to go,” Brent whispered, his eyes closed. His voice was still hoarse from just waking up. The caress on his chest had woken him up.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t want to part with you. Do you want to go with me?”

Beverley sighed. “I still have a lot of work to do, Brent. You know I’ve been swamped lately,” she replied as she listened to Brent’s heartbeat.

“Yeah. You’re even thinner.” Brent rubbed his wife’s back. “Don’t get too tired, baby. You’re eating well, right?”

Beverley nodded. She actually felt tired. Her body felt more tired than usual. Maybe it was because she had twice as much work to do now in preparation for opening her c