It was all because of her second brother, who was adamant that Gavin Turner was the best father candidate for her baby, thus allowing Gavin free access to Green Corporation.
"Charlotte, are you very busy?" Gavin arrived in front of her with a carefully prepared lunch, asking gently.
Hannah Sullivan gave her a suggestive look and then swiftly backed away, rocket-like.
"Not too bad, why did you bring me lunch again?" Charlotte closed the file and looked up with a smile.
This had been going on since that prenatal check-up, with him bringing over soup and meals he had cooked every day and using this time to give her psychological therapy.
"It's just on my way, convenient and saves time, right?" Gavin, familiar with the routine, carried the lunchbox to the pantry, laid out the lunch, then pulled her to a seat, stuffing chopsticks into her hands, "Has your pregnancy reaction been very severe lately? I made something lighter; give it a try."
