Julian Grant thought he was keeping his voice down, but the problem was, he was just too excited.
When people get excited, it's easy to lose control. His question, "Is she pregnant?" drifted through the air, reaching every corner of the exhibition hall.
Everyone immediately turned to stare at the trio, their faces alight with gossip.
The one who could actually be carrying a child, in particular, drew more than eighty percent of the room's attention.
'Damn it!'
'Doesn't she, Shirley Thorne, have any pride?'
'It's a good thing it was Julian Grant. If anyone else had said that, I would've assumed they were calling me fat.'
Ethan Grant set Shirley Thorne down, a sudden realization dawning on him. To outsiders, carrying her like that probably looked like more than just a simple display of affection.
Who would be so delicate that they couldn't even walk the short distance from the main hall to the inner room?
The answer: a pregnant woman.
