Nikkie's POV"Why? Don't you think we should make the most of the time we have left?" asked Richard with a mischievous smile. My face felt hot as a result of him saying that. Making the most of the remaining time? What does he want to do? Don't tell me that..."Hahaha, why is your face so red? Don't worry. I won't do anything out of line. We're already under contract. Or... are you imagining something else?" Richard whispered in my ear. His deep voice successfully sent goosebumps all over my body. I quickly pulled the blanket over myself and turned my back to Richard. Trying to save myself from embarrassment. The sound of low laughter could be heard from behind, along with a warm embrace from Richard, who was snuggled under the same blanket."Why are you so cute, Nikkie? Made me want to bite you," Richard whispered in a muffled voice from behind. I could only stand still, my body stiffening even more as I felt Richard rubbing his face against my back. I didn't know how to react. Th

Richard's POV"I understand. I'll try to keep my emotions stable," Nikkie said. She didn't sound as excited as before. I felt something was wrong, but I didn't know what it was. Nikkie finally fell asleep a while later. I took this time to eat, then went back to check on her. Nikkie was sleeping restlessly. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her breathing was rapid, and her forehead was sweaty. I touched her forehead, which was still as hot as before. It was almost 11 pm, and Nikkie still had a fever.I continued to compress Nikkie for an hour. Nikkie occasionally moaned in her sleep, making me unable to bear it. I suddenly remembered an unusual way to reduce fever. I had practiced this on Krystal when she had a fever a few years ago, and it had successfully lowered her fever.I hesitated for a while before deciding to do it. It seemed okay; Nikkie wouldn't know. I slowly brought my face closer to Nikkie's by suppressing my guilty conscience. From 5 centimeters away, I could feel the hea

Richard's POV"Wait here, I'll be right back." It wasn't Krystal's voice. My eyes felt heavy to open. I chose not to think much and waited until I felt someone ask me to sit reclined on the headboard.It took me a few minutes to take in my surroundings and recognize the figure sitting on my side of the bed. It was Nikkie. Oh, right. Krystal said she had an important meeting at her family mansion this morning. A meeting that no one outside of Krystal's immediate family was allowed to attend. Including me. "I've asked Blake to prepare some porridge for your breakfast," Nikkie said as she picked up the bowl of porridge. I wasn't used to eating porridge when I was sick, but seeing the tense expression on Nikkie's face made me choose to give in."Have you recovered? What about your morning sickness? Sorry, I didn't wake up this morning ...."Nikkie didn't react, her expression flat. She handed me an aspirin and remained seated in the chair, staring around the room. It was apparent that sh

Krystal's POV"Gently rubbing her stomach has a good effect on helping to calm Nikkie's nausea symptoms." Richard looked calm as he explained that, but I didn't."Let's go back to the room," Richard added after sending Nikkie back to her room. I let out a long sigh, stepping into the room first with no regard for the contents of my bag scattered on the floor. Who could still care about the contents of a bag when faced with the pressure to have a successor? Was it my fault that my uterus was weak and unable to conceive?"Damn it!" I cursed as I started throwing things within my reach. The bed lamp, the entire contents of my dressing table. I stopped when I was about to pull the bed cover off. Richard stopped me by hugging me tightly."It's okay. Everything will be fine," Richard said repeatedly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.Only Richard could calm my anger. He always knew what to do. He accepted me and tolerated me. Unlike my extended family, who always tried to

Nikkie's POV"What do they mean by tiers and classes? Moreover, among them?"I watched Richard's figure, who was wondering to himself. He pulled out his suitcase and left the house.The lonely figure behind Richard's back, who left without being released by anyone, somehow made me sad. I stroked my stomach softly, remembering Richard whispering to the baby in my stomach. I woke up just as Richard was telling the fetus in my stomach. I chose to pretend to sleep, waiting for him to leave. I didn't expect he would kiss my forehead before leaving the room. One action that successfully made my defenses start to waver. I shook my head hard. I can't waver. I have to hold on and know myself until this child is born. I stumbled into my room and stood in front of the toilet door. Waiting for the seconds of morning sickness to make me vomit something again.The nausea that I had been enduring since Richard came out of the room was finally unbearable. It's a good thing I didn't throw up in front