Claudia Ross felt both amused and exasperated. Wyatt Perry, this guy, was getting more and more roguish, speaking so casually without a trace of his past aloofness and dignity. How annoying!
She shot back unceremoniously, "Of course I can wash myself, don't need you worrying for nothing. Go to sleep."
"Honey, let me help you wash. I want to help you."
Wyatt Perry still wouldn't leave from outside.
Claudia Ross was utterly frustrated. If she had known Wyatt Perry was such a scoundrel, she'd never have fallen for him. Such a scoundrel.
"You don't really want to help me bathe; you just want to take advantage of me. Don't pretend, hmph, I'm not falling for it!" Claudia Ross ignored Wyatt Perry, leisurely washing herself in the bathtub.
Her belly was really big now, like a giant watermelon, with thin skin and plenty of stuffing. It felt hard to the touch as the baby grew robustly inside.
