"Cora, come on. Theyâre my babies, and I like them both. Stop asking questions like this, or youâll make a fool of yourself."
Cora dropped her eyes and compromised. "Zach, Iâm just green with envy. I knew you first, and I was your real girlfriend, but in the blink of an eye, you married some other woman as your wife, while I became the other woman. Iâd be lying if I said Iâm not upset about it. Especially when Iâm pregnant with your baby now, I tremble at the thought that youâre by Opheliaâs side instead of mine every night. Zach, what should I do? Youâre such a wonderful man, and Iâm really afraid that youâll ditch me."
Zachariah scooped Cora up, went into the bedroom and put her down gently on the bed. "Go to sleep. Iâll be here with you."
Cora buried her head in his arms and gave a faint but smug smile.
"Zach, I want to listen to a story now. Tell me a story," said Cora coquettishly.
Zachariah patted her on the head and said, "Be a good girl and go to sleep."
"No, Zach, I want to listen to the story. Ever since our relationship began to our breakup and to our getting back together, youâve never told me a bedtime story. I want to listen to it, and so does our baby. Canât you meet such a small request of mine?"
Zachariah began the story thoughtlessly. "Once upon a time, there were three little bears living in the forest. They were, father bear, mother bear and baby bear..."
Before Zachariah could continue, Cora interrupted him. "Zach, thatâs a childish story. Get another one."
So Zachariah told another story. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who had very fair skin..."
"Zach, your stories are boring. Canât you tell something new? I like fairy tales. How about telling the story in English? You sound so sexy when youâre speaking English, and it makes my heart melt."
Cora interrupted him again.
Annoyance flashed across Zachariahâs eyes. He didnât like being interrupted, because he thought it was a kind of impolite behavior.
Of course Cora also noticed the glint in his eyes, so she pleaded again, "Zach, I really like it when youâre speaking English, and you look so handsome. I remember that once I went to your university, you were talking with your English tutor. Do you know how handsome you looked then?
And your voice was so attractive too. So would you speak in English for me again?"
Men like women playing the women, and now Zachariahâs face lit up a little.
Zachariah did a monologue in English for Cora, and she stared at him, fascinated. "Zach, youâre so masculine when youâre speaking English. Youâre my Superman! I love you so much. I keep wondering every moment, how come thereâs such a wonderful man in this world! And this man belongs to me while Iâm pregnant with his baby! My heart is melting at the thought that weâre going to live together happily as a family."
However, Zachariah wasnât moved at all, but patted Cora on her arms and coaxed, "Go to sleep. Iâm here by your side."
Cora closed her eyes and said, "Zach, I want to eat bacon tomorrow morning. Would you cook it for me?"
Zachariah went silent for a moment before replying, "Iâll make breakfast for you personally tomorrow morning. Now good girl, go to sleep."
It was now that Cora went to sleep obediently.
When she was asleep, Zachariah went out of the bedroom on tiptoe. He left the house, went downstairs in the elevator, got into the car and drove away.
It took him about half an hour to get to the hospital. He went upstairs and hovered outside the ward for a moment before he opened the door.
Zachariah thought Ophelia would be asleep. However, Ophelia was standing by the window alone, her lonely back making his heart sink.
Feeling sorry, Zachariah strode over to Ophelia and encircled her waist with his arms from behind. Meanwhile, Ophelia, who was looking blankly out of the window, was startled. She screamed and struggled subconsciously.
Zachariah whispered into her ear, "Donât panic. Itâs me."
Now Opheliaâs heart jumped back to her stomach. She turned around and stared at him in disbelief. "President Zachariah, why are you here?"
Zachariah pinched her nose and pretended to be angry. "Why are you so unhappy to see me?"
Ophelia shook her head and taunted, "I thought it would take you longer to deal with your lover, or maybe you would just spend the night there. It didnât occur to me that you would really come back in two hours. Iâll totally surprised."
"Now people can sense the jealousy from the doorway outside the ward," Zachariah joked.
Ophelia curled her lips and wanted to wriggle free from his arms, but unexpectedly, Zachariah held her tighter. "Donât move. Let me hold you. It seems that it has been a long time since I held you like this last time."
Ophelia stopped struggling.
"Itâs so late. Why are you standing by the window alone? Itâs cold at night. What if you catch a cold?"
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