Chapter 58

“Aren't you sleepy? Just go to bed,” Ethan coaxed gently. Clara blinked, seeming like she'd calmed down for a second, but her eyes still carried a hint of probing curiosity. “I suddenly feel like drinking some milk.” It was obviously an excuse. Pregnant women are just like that—moods swing at random, no logic needed. Ethan gave a soft “mm” in response, totally cooperating. “I'll warm some up for you.” And with that, he turned and headed out. Clara: “…” He’s way too obedient. So much so that Clara felt a bit thrown off. But she stayed put, quietly lying there. Ethan was back just a few minutes later, holding a glass of milk. “It’s warm, not hot,” his voice calm as ever. Then he passed the glass over to her. Clara took it and sipped slowly. Ethan stayed close, not straying an inch, and even gently wiped the milk from the corner of her mouth with a tissue. “For someone your age, you still manage to get milk all over yourself?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, half teasing. Clara just happened to