20.Heir

Jamal Kunis POV

Returning to my room, I saw her lying on the bed, reading a book. She looked up when she heard me enter, and smiled softly.

She had gained some weight since she became pregnant, and it suited her well. Her cheeks were fuller, her curves were rounder, her skin was glowing. She looked even cuter than before.

I wanted to hug her, pinch her cheeks, and kiss her lips. I wanted to tell her how much I cared about her, how much I wanted her.

But I didn’t.

I walked over to her and said in a calm voice, “Methis.”

She put down the book and said in a polite voice, “Jamal.”

She got up from the bed and served me as she always did. She brought me some water, some food, some clothes. She acted like a servant, not a mate.

I hated that too.

I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. She kissed me back, but without passion. She moved her lips mechanically, without emotion.

She acted like a tool, not a lover.

I hated that most of all.

I moved my hand over her belly and said in a gentle vo