Eric paused slightly; clearly, nothing could escape Ella's intuition. She wasn't a fool—Tiffany had already been buried, yet her fans were still causing trouble. It had to be someone deliberately targeting her.
"Nothing you need to worry about. Even if there were something, I wouldn't let it trouble you. Your job is to relax and focus on having a healthy, chubby baby girl for me. Got it?" Eric leaned closer, his lips brushing gently against hers.
Ella's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of annoyance flashing across her face. "I must be cursed to attract troublemakers. No matter where I go, I always seem to have enemies."
Eric chuckled softly, his hand tenderly smoothing her frown. "Silly girl, it's because you're too exceptional. That's why people try to tear you down."
Ella's lips curved into a small smile. To Eric, she was always the best.
