Chapter 1263: Chapter 1263

Chapter 1263:

He tested his breath against his hand. Indeed, she was right. He smelled less than fresh.

More than a year had passed since their wedding.

One day, Harlee and others gathered in front of the graves of Tonya, Bart, and the other three.

Crouching before Ritchie’s tombstone, Robbie joked, “Guess what? I had a dream last night that I became a godfather. Harlee’s kid was adorable and so clever!”

Harlee had asked Robbie on their wedding day to be the godfather of their future children, making him eagerly anticipate their baby’s arrival throughout the year. He often wondered about Rhys’ ability to father a child but lacked the courage to ask directly.

Robbie frequently visited the cemetery to talk to the deceased, recounting recent events in a light-hearted manner. Harlee sometimes accompanied him whenever she had the time.

With a gentle nudge, Harlee said to Robbie, “You know, I can hear you.” At her words, Robbie turned and playfully stuck out his tongue. “Harlee, be gentle with me. Tonya would have defended me.” Once again, Robbie invoked Tonya’s name as his protector.

Harlee leaned in and wrapped her arms around Robbie’s neck.

“I admit my mistake… I admit it.” Robbie hastily apologized.

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Harlee let out an exaggerated sigh and loosened her grip, mindful of Robbie’s weakness and avoiding roughness.

Once freed, Robbie massaged his neck and glanced toward a nearby figure. “It’s been a year, Harlee. Why does Rhys still stick to you like glue?”

“Are you envious? Want him to stick to you instead?” she teased.

The moment Harlee spoke, Robbie’s face went pale. The idea of being clung to by Rhys was more frightening to him than residing permanently among the graves.

Patrick followed Rhys over, and the four engaged in lively conversation at the graveside, mixing humor with their discussions in a scene full of life.

As daylight faded into the dark, they decided it was time to leave.

Harlee suddenly felt sick and began to vomit, clearly in distress.

Rhys, concerned, attempted to lift her up, but Harlee gently resisted. “There’s no need. I’ve been feeling nauseous lately. Maybe I’ve been overeating.”

Robbie looked at her with wide eyes, his voice faltering. “Harlee, could it be… Are you expecting?”

Rhys’ attention quickly shifted to her abdomen as Robbie spoke. “It’s unlikely, isn’t it?” he wondered. Would their intimacy last night have had any effect on the baby?

Overwhelmed by the implications, Rhys nonetheless lifted Harlee into his arms and instructed Patrick as he strode forward, “Call Dr. Wilson, quickly.”

Harlee was momentarily dumbfounded, pondering the unnecessary summoning of Goodwin. After…

She hardly appeared pregnant at all. Her abdomen was still flat, betraying no signs of a meal, let alone a child.

Goodwin looked at the report and said, “Harlee, you’re already one month pregnant. During the first three months, pregnancies can be delicate, so it’s essential that you rest and…”

Harlee abruptly interrupted him, “Wait, one month pregnant? Seriously?”

She stared at Goodwin blankly, feeling cold sweat trickling down her forehead. The reality of her pregnancy hadn’t fully sunk in. And her intimacy with Rhys last night…

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