Lance stared at Juliette's belly. His eyes, as deep as an abyss, looked exceptionally gloomy.
Juliette's heart fiercely jumped when she met his gaze.
"Three-and-a-half months pregnant?" Lance relapsed into his usual apathy as he indifferently repeated this sentence.
Juliette heard a kind of roar in her ears and her mind went blank for a few seconds.
At this time, she hated Tanya so much.
Tanya promised that she wouldn't say it out, but she broke her word.
When Juliette was thinking of a countermeasure, Lance said to Tanya, "Mother, have a good rest here. My assistant, Corey Russo, will stay here. If you need anything, just tell him."
Reasonably speaking, as a son, Lance should keep his mother company.
However, Tanya insisted on keeping Juliette here, so Lance could not stay any longer.
