Chapter 89

Vladimir

I waited patiently for her in the bar. Nothing had ever excited me more than this.

For someone who should be in her eighth month of pregnancy, she was walking too comfortably as if there was no extra weight on her.

She was a model so carrying the pregnancy weight so gracefully didn’t look strange, but the pregnant-mommy aura was missing. I couldn’t feel it, which was rather suspicious.

Her eyes widened with excitement when they settled on me, causing her to increase her pace, walking like someone who was being chased.

“Hey, demon,” she slouched on the chair adjacent to me, propping her arms against the...