Then, he began to kiss the back of Elissaâs ear and whispered in a husky voice, âWhat did the doctor say the other day? Did she mention we shouldnât have sex until you reach the second trimester of the pregnancy?â
Elissaâs eyes snapped open suddenly.
Apart from a tinge of disgust, her gaze held no emotion as she asked calmly, âRaphael, canât you smell the egg whites in my hair? I donât think the scent has completely disappeared even after I showered twice.
â
Raphael froze upon hearing that.
Then, he seemed to lose interest.
He knew Elissa had done it intentionally, as she didnât want to engage in intimacy with him.
Instead of addressing her question, he casually remarked, âItâs late.
Letâs go to sleep.
â
However, neither of them could find rest.
Sharing the same bed with divergent dreams perfectly summed up the state of the coupleâs relationship at that moment.
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
Later, throughout Elissaâs pregnancy, Raphael refrained from touching her or engaging in any intimate contact.
Despite sharing the bed every night, they just lay side by side like strangers.
Eventually, Raphael moved to the guest room.
He mentioned that his intention was to ensure Elissa had enough rest during the nights.
However, Elissa knew he moved out for different reasons.
Essentially, he began treating her as if she were a stranger.
Yet, strangely, she didnât mind.
As time passed, their distance from each other only grew.
By the time Elissa reached the third trimester of her pregnancy, Olivia welcomed her second child into the world, expecting a girl like everyone else did.
However, when the moment arrived, they were all taken aback to find it was a baby boy instead.
Initially stunned, the room filled with the piercing cries of the little guy, breaking the silence.
Observing the little one beside her, Oliviaâs emotions were mixed, her eyes glistening with tears.
She murmured softly, âLetâs name him Eason!â
Eason Evansâ¦
Dylan had waited anxiously by the door while Olivia was whisked away to the delivery room.
She appeared utterly drained after the delivery.
Taking a seat beside her bed, he tenderly reached out to stroke the newbornâs head and murmured, âEason⦠What a beautiful name! Thank you, Olivia.
Thank you for bringing our son into the world.
â
Olivia, eyes closed, responded impassively, âIâm not doing it for you.
Heâs my child too.
â
Dylan simply smiled, choosing not to engage in an argument.
He carefully tucked Olivia in and settled Eason in the cot.
Recently fed, the Little one seemed brimming with energy, kicking his Legs about and adamantly resisting sleep.
Suddenly, an unusual smell wafted through the roomâ¦