"Wait! Are you pregnant?!" Alwin was wide-eyed and gawked at her.
Arabella covered his mouth and looked around. Thankfully, no one else was there. Alwin had also used a spell to prevent their conversation from leaking early on.
"Don't say such things loudly," Arabella quickly said. "What if you did not cast a spell? The ears have walls. It might reach the ministers."
"Then, you are?! Let me check," Alwin was ready to examine her, but Arabella stopped him.
"I'm not. I'm saying it because I might be in a just few months. Days are passing by so quickly. Once spring arrives, I might be," Arabella corrected.
"I see. You do not have to tell me to be nice. I have always been nice to the Young Master," Alwin reminded her.
"Right. Thank you for that."
Arabella smiled when she realized Alwin was also excited to meet Fermin again.
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