"Get out..." Her voice trembled, her whole body shaking as she turned over, curled up with her back to him. Her stomach ached deeply; she felt miserable. Was this karma? But she wanted to keep this child, she wanted to be a piece of sky for someone. Cold sweat seeped from her forehead, the pain becoming more intense.
With her back to him, her frail spine was rigid, long black hair scattered over the white bedsheets, a sight that tugged at one's heart.
He walked over, his large hand gently caressing her back, "Avery, listen to me..." He wanted to explain that the situation with that woman was just an act, meant to divert the attention of Conny Hughes' hidden spies.
Aside from his scent, there was a sweet perfume on him. She was familiar with it because it was Evelyn's favorite, and probably belonged to the woman who had just been with him.
