"Ah!"
A scream emanated from a villa.
Molly Walker closed her eyes, clutching her chest tightly.
"What's wrong?"
The person beside her looked at her with concern.
Molly opened her eyes and looked at him, her expression somewhat complex.
She had just had a delicate dream.
The scenes from the dream were vivid, leaving her feelings complex.
She dreamed of that little Bailey, who said he was coming back.
Ever since they got married, they had been trying to conceive for a full year, but she had not become pregnant.
Actually, a year wasn't considered a long time, but perhaps because they did not manage to keep the first baby, as time passed, she became less and less confident.
"I dreamed that the baby said he was coming back."
Michael Gallagher's heart skipped a beat and his gaze involuntarily settled on her abdomen.
Molly covered her belly, whispering, "It's been delayed by a week."
Michael's dark pupils lit up.
