Nikkie's POV"Sharon, can we talk about that later? I'll talk to Richard first, just the two of us," I pleaded with Sharon.Richard's condition had not been good since he had suddenly entered the apartment. His face looked haggard, with dark eye circles and bruises on several parts.I didn't dare to ask further when I saw his gaze, which seemed to hold heavy difficulties. Sharon nodded in understanding. "Sure, take your time. Please talk alone, and I'll occupy myself with the dirty dishes and clean the kitchen." Sharon lifted the clothes basket. It looked like she had just returned from the laundry room. I smiled, feeling reluctant as Sharon had to clean up the mess I made in the kitchen after making bread. "Let's talk in my room, Richard," I invited Richard. Richard nodded obediently and followed me into my bedroom. There was still a trace of worry on his face.I closed the bedroom door after we entered. I then sat on the bed, followed by Richard, who sat beside me. He still

Nikkie's POV"Our body temperatures aren't that different. It's probably higher than mine," I commented as I compared my body temperature with the palm of my hand. "It's normal for a pregnant woman to have a slightly higher body temperature than usual. Soon, you might also feel hot easily," Richard explained like a walking textbook."Is that so? Then you're not sick," I said. Richard looked at me with a look that was hard to interpret. He then shook his head."Maybe my body is fine. But not my feelings. Nothing has gone right since you left, Nikkie."I looked at Richard, who looked tired with pity."What exactly has happened? Hasn't your relationship with Krystal improved?" I asked curiously. Richard stroked my hair with his left hand while his right hand was used to pull me into his arms.Richard put my head on his arm so my face was facing his chest, which was covered by a beige t-shirt. "What did Krystal tell you?" Richard sounded curious. I thought about it. "Not much. She sai

Nikkie's POV "What a disgrace, indulging in passion all over the place!" grumbled Krystal. She didn't stand behind Richard for long but hurried away while stomping her foot in annoyance.I was no longer focused on Richard's pecking on the corner of my lips. My attention was entirely distracted by Krystal. My eyes watched until Krystal disappeared. Only then did I push Richard away. "You see, Nikkie? How moral is Krystal Goldman? She forgets to even look at herself in the mirror." Richard said sarcastically. Richard still kept his hand on my waist while his other hand moved to rub my slightly wet cheek—the effect of a camouflage French kiss. Richard was trying hard to be gentlemanly, but I still felt this was inappropriate. After ensuring my cheeks were dry, Richard looked away at Krystal, who seemed to be waiting for someone. I also noticed Krystal's figure on the side of the road.A red-and-black sports bike stopped in front of her. The biker was wearing a brown leather jacket an

Richard's POV "I stink? Should I take a shower?" I asked, a little surprised. I sniffed myself but didn't smell anything bad. Only the scent of my perfume remained even though I hadn't showered. Nikkie didn't answer, and she seemed to be talking while falling asleep. I didn't want to take any chances. I went downstairs to get the shirt and pants I'd just bought as a change of clothes after training at the gym. I went back to Nikkie's apartment, showered, then checked my phone one last time before going to bed. There was only one text from Shawn saying that Krystal hadn't stayed over and had gone to a nightclub with Chris.Seems like Shawn's report while I was at the restaurant with Nikkie. I never thought that Krystal was really indiscriminate with her sleeping partners. What surprised me was that Shawn said that Krystal went to Eddie's MMA gym. I didn't know why I felt bad. I told Shawn to keep looking for the guy on the black-and-red sports bike.Shawn just said he couldn't

Richard's POV "I'd like to report your husband's weirdness this morning." I heard the sound of Jeremy's conversation with his cell phone. He was standing behind me, facing the window by the stairs, one floor below the floor of my office.I had just arrived at my office a few minutes ago. I suddenly remembered I had to find Jeremy to ask him about my following schedule. Jeremy was usually in the pantry at this hour making coffee. I suddenly felt like going down the stairs and finding Jeremy downstairs. I heard something interesting.It was unethical to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, even if they were talking about me. Usually, I would have left Jeremy alone until he finished his call. But this time was different. I was upset. "If you're done with your report, I'm waiting upstairs," I interrupt rather loudly.Jeremy was stunned. He turned his body around and almost dropped the cell phone. He searched for the origin of my voice and found me staring coldly from the top of t