"Are you trying to send me away on purpose?"

Laura furrowed her brow and asked, "What do you mean?"

Morrison shook his head and said, "Nothing."

He stood up, turned his back to her, and said, "You're pregnant. How can I leave you alone here? Let me stay with you."

Laura sensed that he was implying something.

With a heavy heart, she stood up and went into the bedroom.

Late at night, Morrison returned to the bedroom as well.

He lay down behind Laura, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gently stroked her belly. “I'm sorry."

Laura wasn't asleep, but she didn't respond.

“I'm afraid that you'll encounter the man who got you pregnant here, which might..."

Laura suddenly turned around.

She moved swiftly.

In a hushed voice, Morrison scolded, "What are you doing? You're pregnant! Don't you realize that?"

Laura remained indifferent.

She simply stared at him without blinking and asked, “You knew something, didn't you?"

Morrison asked, "Know what?"

Laura pursed her lips and replied, "You know what I'm talking about."

Morrison blinked and responded honestly, “I really don't know."

He then yawned and embraced Laura tightly.

"Let's sleep," he suggested.