"I know you're pregnant."
His face was cold, but his eyes were filled with an incongruous desire.
Ethan Wilson like this was too frightening.
It was as if at any moment, he could transform into a beast, pounce on her, and devour her until nothing but bones were left.
Lily Gray instinctively wanted to break free from his shackles, but no matter how much she struggled, her wrist was still firmly grasped by him.
Seeing the woman's bewildered expression, Ethan Wilson gently tugged her towards him.
He embraced her, burying his head in her shoulder, his breath filled with the sweet, alluring scent emanating from her body.
Lily Gray was still struggling in vain when he tightened his arms around her, ensnaring her even more securely.
"Don't move, let me hold you."
His voice was infused with a clear seductive undertone.
It reverberated low and deep in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you."
