At the hospital.
Rachel Foster's wrist still bore the IV drip.
Kingsly Scott was conversing with the doctor not far away.
Rachel's expression was one of desolation, her gaze distant and guarded.
She didn't even notice when Kingsly returned to sit on the edge of her bed, only feeling the warmth of his hand enveloping her cold one.
"The doctor said your low blood condition has worsened, which is why you're feeling more nauseous during your pregnancy... Tell me, are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
Kingsly's other hand tenderly caressed her cheek, his eyes filled with infinite tenderness.
Rachel looked into Kingsly's eyes.
His deep, dark eyes gazed back at her.
In his eyes, she saw nothing but pure affection and care.
Was this real?
Could someone like him truly feel such emotions?
Or was he plotting something else?
She reached out and gently hugged him.
Kingsly stiffened slightly before returning the embrace. "What's wrong, honey?" he asked softly.
