After a playful night with Damien Sterling, Emma Hart slept until noon, while Damien had left for the office early. As Emma descended the stairs, she greeted Mrs. Harris, who was busy preparing lunch. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Harris."
Mrs. Harris looked up with a knowing smile. "Did you and Mr. Sterling have a good evening last night?" Her eyes hinted at more intimate inquiries, almost asking if their night involved more than just fun.
"No, Mrs. Harris," Emma blushed, her pregnant belly evident. "We were just fooling around."
"It's nice to see you getting along!" Mrs. Harris sighed with relief. She reminisced about her own days of peace with her late husband, choosing not to dwell on the past any longer.
