Chapter 49 Were You Pregnant?

As it turned out, no matter how much Gardenia ate, it didn't make any difference. This wasn't something a full stomach could fix. When Ansel carried her into the bathroom, she looked like she had just been fished out of a lake. With the height and build difference between them, their silhouettes gave off the vibe of a man hauling a kitten, or maybe a puppy, by the scruff. She lay in the warm water he had prepared, eyes half-closed, too drained to care whether he was watching her or not. "Tch. I'm the one doing all the work, so how do you end up exhausted every time?" After settling her in, Ansel complained as he stepped to the side and turned on the shower for himself. He never let things slide. If she complained about him, he would be sure to throw it right back. Gardenia didn't respond. She didn't even bother to open her eyes. Suddenly, his gaze darkened as he stared at her stomach. "Are you pregnant?" "Of course not—" She answered on reflex, but the words came out too fas