Faye's stance was very firm at this moment. "Madam, absolutely not! Mr. Winslow left strict orders. You can't go anywhere right now."
"It's already past the three-month mark. I'm four and a half months pregnant, and the baby is perfectly stable. All my vitals are normal too. I can go out," Shalma tried to persuade Faye.
Faye just shook her head again. "No way. If Mr. Winslow finds out I snuck you out, he really will banish me to Zanthos. I have zero interest in sunbathing there."
A fleeting sense of defeat washed over Shalma. But then, as if struck by a sudden idea, she walked over to Faye, snatched her phone, and quickly tapped out a few words. Then, she flashed Faye a conspiratorial wink.
Almost immediately, a reply chimed in. Shalma opened the text message, her beautiful eyes lighting up brilliantly at the contents. She handed the phone back to Faye, then walked over to the closet. Opening the doors, she picked out a soft white maxi dress.
