He knew that if he continued to clash with Nathan Leafcastle, it would only hurt her.
This time, he held back.
She lifted her lips, "Thank you, hubby."
He reached out to grasp her wrist, his hand extended to support her waist, and leaned in to kiss her on the side of her neck.
"How do you plan to thank me?!"
Since the incident until now, more than a month had passed, and he hadn't touched her, needless to say how much he missed her.
She leaned against him, softly spoke, "The baby is not yet three months, be gentle."
The man acknowledged and gently picked her up, placing her on the bed.
He bent down, cradled her face, and kissed her bit by bit.
Her hair, forehead, the tip of her nose... finally pecking lightly on her lips.
"Did you miss me?"
Her face flushed, but her eyes didn't shy away from his gaze, her voice low yet clear.
"I missed you, every single night."
Life in prison was monotonous and boring, thinking of him was her greatest comfort.
