How could Trenton Smith possibly understand?
He would simply analyze the pros and cons rationally with her, asking her not to have this child, as if he wasn't the one who forced her to get pregnant in the first place.
What a pretender, it was clearly his fault that she was suffering so much now.
The man's body warmth slowly enveloped her from behind, this cold and heartless man, his embrace was as warm as always. Norris Moore closed her eyes, weary, and fell asleep.
She had slept too much during the day, so her night's rest was light and sporadic. Not knowing how long she had slept, when she finally woke, the entire sky was pitch black, and the man was still gently cradling her against him, his hand resting on her lower abdomen.
Since becoming pregnant, her body felt blood deficient and her body heat was consistently low, especially around her lower abdomen, it couldn't stay warm.
