Somehow, those small moments had made Ivy gradually develop feelings for Silas.
From then onward, he had always been dependable.
He had always protected her, even during the moments when everyone else looked at her as if she were filthy or worthless.
Whenever she felt as though the entire world had turned its back on her, Silas had remained by her side without hesitation.
That was why she had come to love him so deeply.
While Ivy was lost in those memories, Silas walked toward her. Without saying anything, he wrapped his arms around her and gently supported her stomach with one hand, careful not to put any pressure on her.
"Baby, are you okay? Do you want me to massage you? Do not keep standing like this. It must be difficult for you."
There was unmistakable concern in his voice, and his heart ached when he noticed the faint exhaustion in her expression.
Before Ivy could answer, Silas bent down and scooped her into his arms.
Ivy did not resist.
