Lucy's POV

Eric descended his eyes on me. “Do you always have to behave this way when you're disappointed?” He questioned with a sarcastic tone which left me falling my fist in a fake threat, then I managed to blush. No matter how intimate we were, he still had this dominance and authoritative aura. I couldn't help but smile at how a dictator could be so romantic and caring.

He opened the door for me, gesturing me inside. The doctor stood up to greet us, she was a young woman in her early thirties, I suppose. I furrowed my brows. I wasn't expecting this. I thought a consultant family planner...