The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 33

She thought was this the start of frequent check-ins?

Were her easy days over?

Freedom lost forever?

She felt like crying.

Laura, however, was overjoyed. The more Mr. Leopold frequented the house, the more he cared for Aurelia.

She knew it. There was something brewing between these two.

Aurelia changed into a loose outfit.

In two more days, she'd be three months in. The morning sickness was pretty much gone. She could eat, drink, and sleep.

The twins inside her were well-behaved, no fussing.

Maybe they knew they only had nine months with their mother before they'd be separated at birth, so they cherished this time.

When Leopold came in, she was sitting on the couch, sipping on a smoothie, replenishing natural pregnancy hormones.

Seeing him, she cracked a fake smile, "Mr. Leopold, welcome to dinner."

Please stop coming over!

Leopold smirked, "Do I need a welcome to my own home?"

She choked on that one.

She almost forgot that this was his house, and she was a temporary guest!

She chuckled awkwardly, returned to the couch, and continued her smoothie.

Leopold gave her a once-over.

She wore a floral silk dress, an inexpensive item from an online store, no more than forty bucks. But paired with her pure beauty, flawless skin, and slim physique, it exuded a sense of class and a certain ethereal charm.

His throat bobbed, his gaze fixated on her pink lips.

They were soft, moist, and tender, like a dew-kissed rose petal in the morning.

He had tasted them, and the taste was exquisite.

As she finished her smoothie, she stuck out her little tongue, licking her lips.

He felt an inexplicable heat surge, and subconsciously loosened his collar.

Aurelia noticed and picked up the AC remote, "Mr. Leopold, is the temperature high? I'll turn down the AC."

Leopold sighed.

This damned weather was indeed hot, and it didn't help his temper.

Laura prepared dinner.

She knew what Leopold liked to eat.

Leopold took a sip of his soup, a glint in his eyes as if he thought of something, "Do you like French cuisine?"

His tone seemed casual, but Aurelia felt a cold chill, her hair standing on end.

Was he still keeping score of last week's "mistakes?"

"It's better than I expected," she answered cautiously.

A cold gleam flashed in Leopold's eyes, "I thought you didn't like it."

Aurelia took a deep breath.

How could the big boss be so petty that not even a grain of sand can fit in his heart?

Holding on to her one minor mistake, he didn't let it go.

"I've never had French cuisine before. When I mentioned the food, I was referring to fried chicken and burgers. I don't like those."

Leopold smirked, a cold laugh escaping his lips.

Nothing but lies.

"You can have French cuisine every day when we go to Europe next month."

A chill ran down Aurelia's spine, his words sounded rather ominous.

Was he planning to keep her in Europe until she gave birth, not allowing her to return home?