bChapter /bb76 /b

Herbert was taken aback, these fruits weren’t cheap. But he didn’t ask why. “Weight,

Within minutes, the tabley barren,

Brian found himself unusually distracted at work, wondering whether Jessica had enjoyed the fruits he had sent.

Memories of her bmorning /bsickness during theirst visit to Atkinson Manor resurfaced, stirring quiet concern for her well–being.

Before he knew it, midday arrived with little progress made on his work.

Determined, Brian drove to Grant Group and called Herbert to see if Jessica wanted lunch. But Herbert burned him down t.

Undeterred, Brian called Jessica directly, Jessica, predictably, ignored his calls altogether.

Just as frustration set in, he saw her exiting the building and immediately followedb. /b

Jessica headed to a restaurant and ordered tacos. Seeing it, Brian frowned slightly. Spicy food wasn’t exactly good for pregnant women.

Jessica had craved spicy food all morning, her sweet tooth momentarily sated. So she booked a table online and arrived ready to indulge.

Brian walked in behind Jessica, clearly bconcerned/b. In his mind, she always preferred lighter vors.

One bite of taco sent bpleasurable /bheat through Jessica. Her lips reddened instantly. “Oh, good!”

Her craving for spicy food had been so overwhelming that she had ordered spicy beef tacos, and it hit just right.

As Jessica fanned her mouth, a carton of warm milk appeared beside her. She reached for it instinctively. Feeling the warmth, she thought, “Warm milk? Didn’t whoever bgave /bit to her know hot milk made the heat worse?”

She turned and met bBrian’s /b

‘s gaze.

“Spicy food will hurt y

your stomach.” Brian sat in the opposite seat. Without asking, he signaled the waiter to switch her spicy tacos.

This angered Jessica. “Mr. Atkinson,” she said coldlyb, /bbrising /bfrom her seat. “You’re meddling far too much”

Seeing Brian ruined her appetite fast enough.

Brian hadn’t expected her reaction. By the time he registered what happened, she was already in the car.

Frowning, he watched her leave. He thought, ‘I did it for her own good. She never liked spicy food–and now she is eating spicy tacos while pregnant?”

Jessica called Ste as she drove back to Grant Manor. Mom, I’m home for lunch. Tell the chef to make something spicy, Hmm, want spicy stewed

beef.

That afternoon, back at work, Jessica received ba /bseries of boots from Brian. (The chef will make BBQ chicken tacos tonight. Want me to bpick /byou upter?]

Were the morning fruits fresh enough?]

Dessi, eat whatever you

you crave. Don’t deprive yourself or our childb./bb] /b

These messages frustrated Jessica, She nearly bblocked /bhim.

b1/2 /b

In Herbert’s absence, exquisite pastries were sent to Jessica.

The ck swan shaped cake bwas /bso lifelike that it looked like it could fly off the te. Delicate pastries that smelled so good.

Seeing these cakes, Jessica swallowed. Her stomach growled uncontrobly. Finally, exploding with sweetness.

she couldn’t help but take a bite. Silky cream melted on her tongue.

When Herbert came back with cakes, several empty tes were already stacked on her desk.

“These are…” Herbert knew Jessica loved sweets, and he also knew exactly who they were from Without a word, he ced a te of fresh fruit on the table, within beasy /breach.

Glistening cherries and plump blueberries looked so tempting, Jessica didn’t even think twice before reaching for them. Thinking about who sent all this would only ruin her appetite, so she simply ignored it.