Kathleen got out of her bed after Diana and the rest had left.
Looking at the evening gown hanging next to her, she smile resignedly.
She mumbled to herself, “I won’t be getting another chance to wear you in the future.”
In truth, she did not actually feel regretful.
She did not really care whether she could go to the dinner or not.
It was just that Samuel’s attitude that day had truly disappointed her.
Apart from Nicolette being the reason Samuel did not want her to go to the dinner, she was sure another reason was that he thought she did not deserve to go.
I am merely an orphan.
Of course, I would not have the right to attend a dinner of this sort.
We do not belong to the same social class.
Once she figured this out, she was no longer as upset as before.
It all came down to the fact that she did not deserve it.
She walked to her desk and started drawing.
It was only by burying herself in work that she would not feel the pain.
Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door softly.
At the same time, she heard Christopher’s warm voice. “Kathleen, are you in there?”
Kathleen was taken aback.
She stood up and walked over to open the door.
Indeed, it was Christopher who stood outside her room.
Christopher was clad in a dark grey coat and a black turtleneck, looking classy and handsome.
“Chris?” Kathleen was surprised. “I heard from Wynnie that the Morris family is on the guest list too.”
“I didn’t go.” Christopher smiled slightly. He then held up the box in his hand. “I brought fried chicken.”
“Fried chicken! My favorite!” Kathleen was delighted.
Christopher really knows me well!
Upon seeing the sparkle in Kathleen’s eyes, the smile on Christopher’s face broadened. “Come downstairs and have some?”
“Yeah, that sounds great. We could watch a movie too.” Kathleen stretched to loosen her tight shoulders. Coincidentally, she was feeling a bit tired.
“All right.” Christopher nodded.
Kathleen followed him downstairs.
“Chris, is it really okay that you don’t go to the dinner?” Kathleen asked in surprise.
“It’s all right. My parents are there to represent the family. There shouldn’t be a problem,” Christopher replied in a gentle voice.
“How did you know I didn’t go to the dinner?” she questioned dubiously.
“I… just know.” He then continued in a tender voice, “Go wash your hands. I’ll bring the fried chicken to the living room.”
“Okay!”
Christopher’s heart melted at how obedient she was being for him.
His disdain for Samuel grew even stronger.
If he were in Samuel’s shoes, all he wanted to do was to pamper such a lovely girl like Kathleen.
Christopher and Kathleen entered the living room. Sitting down, she asked, “Chris, what do you feel like watching?”
“I’ll watch whatever you feel like watching.” Christopher was okay with anything she wanted.
Kathleen stared at the television screen, her lips in a pout. She held the remote control in her hand, flicking from movie to movie.
All the while, Christopher stared at her tenderly, taking in all the tiny expressions on her face.
At last, Kathleen settled on watching a heartwarming film, the famous Hachi: A Dog’s Tale.
At the end of the movie, she had barely touched the fried chicken as she was crying uncontrollably.
Christopher handed her some tissues. “Stop crying. If you continue to cry, you’ll hurt your eyes.”
Kathleen accepted the tissues from him. “You don’t understand. Sometimes, when you’re in a bad mood, you just have to cry it out.”
“Would you feel better after you cried?” he asked curiously.
Kathleen shook her head. “No.”
He furrowed his brows in response. “Kathleen, do you know you’ve lost weight?”
Kathleen pursed her lips.
Indeed, she had lost weight again.
Even though she had been eating like normal, she still somehow lost weight.
She did not understand what was going on.
Is there something wrong with my body? If there is, does that mean I can’t keep my baby?
At the thought of her baby, Kathleen became even more upset.
“Bleargh!” Kathleen felt nauseous all of a sudden. She covered her mouth with her hand and rushed into the bathroom.
For a moment, Christopher was stunned. He then followed her into the bathroom immediately.
Kathleen was bent over the toilet bowl, vomiting uncontrollably.
Christopher brought a glass of warm water to her and patted her on the back lightly.
“Chris, you better go out for now.” Kathleen was feeling a bit embarrassed.
How could I let him see me in such a state?
“You’re already feeling this unwell. There is no need for you to feel self-conscious in front of me.” Christopher caressed her forehead. “Looks like you’re having a fever.”
His palm was cold, and it felt good against Kathleen’s hot forehead.
However, she knew that it was inappropriate for them to be in such close proximity to each other.
“Chris, I’m fine, really.” She rinsed her mouth quickly and prepared to get out of the bathroom.
As she turned around to leave, Christopher grabbed hold of her wrist from behind. His warm voice sounded a bit hoarse. “Kathleen, are you pregnant?”
Kathleen was stunned. “N-No.”
“You always look up whenever you are lying.” Christopher knew her extremely well.
Her face went pale as her lower lip began quivering slightly.
“How far along are you?” Christopher asked again.
Kathleen took a deep breath. “Almost two months. Chris, I…”
“I won’t tell anyone about this. I shouldn’t be the one to announce your pregnancy.” He looked at her meaningfully. “Who else knows about this?”
She shook her head. “Just me. And now, you too.”
“I’m delighted to know that I’m the second person to find out about this.” Christopher looked at her pale face. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have brought fried chicken over. Was it because it was too oily? I heard that pregnant women prefer food with mild tastes and less oil.”
Kathleen pursed her lips. “Chris, would you act normal, please? If you took special care of me, it’d be easy for people to tell I’m pregnant.”
Christopher felt embarrassed. “Sorry. This is my first time taking care of a pregnant woman.”
“This is my first time being a pregnant woman too,” Kathleen replied.
After she finished speaking, the two of them laughed.
“You can’t have cold medicine when you’re pregnant, right?” Christopher asked in a serious manner.
“Yeah, unless it is a very serious cold.” Kathleen went on to explain to him, “However, my cold is not very serious. I just have to drink more water and rest more. I should be fine then.”
“Then you should go back to your room and rest. I’ll head into the kitchen and cook something light for you.” Christopher’s heart ached for Kathleen.
She was pregnant, yet she had told nobody about it.
This meant that no one would be taking special care of her, even though she had been through enough suffering already.
“I don’t want to be in my bed anymore. It’s not good to lie down all day.” Kathleen slouched down on the couch instead.
Maria, too, was on leave today, which was why the house had been very quiet.
Whatever they talked about, no one would be there to hear.
“Chris, talk to me.” Kathleen’s gentle voice sounded weak.
“All right.” Christopher sat down and grabbed hold of a pillow. “Here. Rest your back on this.”
Kathleen hesitated before lifting her body off the couch.
He then placed the pillow behind her waist.
Resting her back against the pillow, she indeed felt much more comfortable than before.
Christopher really knew how to take good care of people.
“Chris, when you become someone’s husband in the future, you’ll definitely score 100 out of 100 marks as a model husband,” Kathleen remarked.
“Thanks.” Christopher smiled.
Do I score 100 marks in your book too?
“What about Samuel?” he asked curiously.
“His score is in the negatives,” Kathleen replied in disdain, a frown forming between her delicate brows.
Christopher looked at her solemnly. “You’ve concealed your pregnancy so well. Do you have any plan?”
“I will divorce Samuel. It’s just a matter of when.” Kathleen pursed her lips. “To him, so long as I agree to donate my bone marrow to Nicolette, he’ll agree to divorce me. He’ll even give me lots of money, a house, and a car.”
“But you’re pregnant.” Christopher paused. “Are you going to give birth to the baby?”
Kathleen caressed her belly. “Yes, but I don’t want Samuel to know about this. Not now, not ever. I just want to take care of the child on my own.”
“Kathleen, let me help you take care of the child,” he suddenly blurted.
