บททั้งหมดของ Accidentally Pregnant For My Sister’s Fiancé : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

LilyAs I was setting the dinner table later that night, arranging the silverware with a deliberate precision, the quiet hum of the evening was suddenly interrupted by the soft creak of the door. Mrs. Donovan entered the room with a warm smile gracing her features, her presence instantly filling the space with a sense of comfort. As her eyes met mine, she moved closer, enveloping me in a brief but heartfelt hug."Lily, dear," she said softly, her voice carrying a gentle warmth, "would you mind going upstairs and calling Noah down for dinner? It's almost ready, and I'm sure he's buried in his books again."Nodding in response, I couldn't help but feel a subtle tension prickling at the edges of my consciousness. Noah and I had a complicated history, one that left me constantly on edge whenever we were in close distance. I knew I couldn't fail her since Mrs. Donovan trusted me to fetch her son, unaware of the uneasy tension that simmered beneath the surface.Reluctantly tearing myself aw

LilyAs I stood in the kitchen, my hands busying themselves with washing the dishes but my mind elsewhere, I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Instinctively, I glanced out of the window, and there it was, Noah's car. My heartbeat quickened, a mix of anticipation and frustration washing over me. I knew that soon, he would come looking for me, wanting to talk, to sort things out but I wasn't ready. Not yet. Not after what had happened.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The argument we had earlier still lingered in my mind, the harsh words exchanged, the raw emotions laid bare. I was still mad at him, angry at how things had escalated. But beneath that anger, there was hurt, disappointment, and a hint of longing for things to be right again.I heard the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. I tensed, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation. Noah appeared in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and appre

LilyThe morning sunlight streamed through the frosted window, casting a warm glow across the tiled floor of the bathroom. I sank into the bathtub, letting the soothing warmth envelop me, easing the tension in my muscles. As I closed my eyes and leaned back, a gentle fluttering sensation stirred in my stomach, like tiny butterflies dancing within me. My hand instinctively went to rest on the curve of my belly, feeling the life growing inside me."Oh, there you are, little one," I whispered, a tender smile playing on my lips. "Are you saying good morning to mommy?"The sensation grew stronger, tiny kicks and nudges against my palm, as if in response to my words. I chuckled softly, feeling a wave of love and wonder wash over me. Each movement was a precious reminder of the life blooming within me, a bond that transcended words.But amidst the joy, a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. I traced the outline of my belly, my mind drifting to thoughts of the father of my child. The man whose

NoahAs Natalie stepped into my mother's house, I felt a pang of apprehension. It wasn't just because of the strained relationship between Natalie and my mother, but also because I realized bringing her here might have been a grave error. My mother had never been particularly fond of Natalie, and as soon as she caught sight of her, her expression soured, her lips forming a thin line of disapproval."Hello, Mrs. Donovan," Natalie chirped, her voice too cheery, too forced, as if trying too hard to impress. I winced inwardly, knowing that Natalie's over-the-top demeanor was only going to exacerbate the tension.My mother's response was polite but distant. "Hello, Natalie. It's been a while."Natalie launched into a torrent of words, her sentences flowing together in a rapid stream. "Yes, it has! Noah has told me so much about you! Your garden looks lovely, by the way. Oh, and I adore what you've done with the curtains in the living room. Such a nice touch!"I shot Natalie a warning glanc

Noah Stepping into the bustling office, I was immediately greeted by the familiar buzz of activity and the warm salutations of my staff but today, none of it seemed to register. My mind was consumed, wholly fixated on Lily. Her image, her presence—it lingered in every corner of my thoughts, refusing to be ignored."Morning, Mr Donovan!" called out Sarah, my assistant, with a bright smile as I passed by her desk. I managed a nod in response, but my attention was already drifting back to Lily. What was she doing right now? Was she thinking about me as much as I was thinking about her? The questions swirled in my mind, taunting me with their elusive answers.Entering my office, I shut the door behind me, hoping for a moment of solitude to collect my thoughts but even within the confines of my own space, Lily's presence felt palpable, almost tangible. It was maddening, this relentless hold she had over me."Good morning, Mr Donovan," came a voice from behind me. It was Tom, my associate