Chapter 391. Ginger Is Still Old and Spicy 4

He was stating a fact with concern.

"I am not hungry!" I opened my mouth and my body was a little stiff.

His eyes do not see the point, "Ivelle, I am a man, and I saw him kissed you, and of course, I will feel bad and I will be grumpy. So don't blame me."

What he said was what happened last night.

I nodded and said nothing.

He approached me and placed his head in my neck, with pain in his breath.

Feeling his fingers pacifying on my back, I gradually softened the stiffness and said, "What did he say to you at Frida Biden's wedding reception?"

Noticing that his breathing paused, I continued, "If it's about the baby, no matter what it's about, you can ask me."

"Be good!" He raised his eyes and his cool lips blocked my lips. "It's all over, we'll just be fine."

He didn't want me to continue because the pain would spread.

Leaning against his heart and listening to his heartbeat, I slept soundly that night. <