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Mia thought that if she ever told anyone else about it, she would probably get snuffed out!

Timothy pursed his lips and scoffed, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I was just pretending for Grandma’s sake, I’m not interested in you.”

Mia stood up. “That means I can leave now, right?”

“Hold it. What if Grandma finds out you leave alone in the middle of the night? How am I supposed to explain things to her?”

Mia thought about Laura’s chilly hands. Hesitating, she asked, “When is Grandma going to get surgery?”

“Didn’t you hear her? She refuses to get one.”

Frowning, Timothy added, “Before she agrees to get the surgery, don’t tell her about our divorce.”

“Alright,” Mia agreed without hesitation. “I’ll try my best to get Grandma to agree to the surgery.”

Timothy’s expression improved. “Let’s sleep.”

Mia took out her phone and sent Patricia a text. “Aunt Patricia, I won’t be coming back tonight. Help me inform Dominic.”

She had promised to head back tonight, but there was no way she could leave now.

Laura’s health had deteriorated. Mia couldn’t let Laura worry about other things before she got the surgery.

After all, she had put up with everything for three years, so what was the harm in waiting for a few more days?

Once Mia finished texting, she looked around for a couch but couldn’t find one. There was only one bed in the

room.

She walked into the closet. “I remember seeing some extra bedding in here. I’ll sleep on the floor. It’s summer anyway.”

Alas, when Mia opened the drawers, she didn’t find any bedding.

It didn’t make sense to her. She knew there used to be extra sets in here.

Timothy’s voice rang out behind her. “Grandma arranged everything on purpose.”

The situation dawned on Mia as well. She realized that Laura genuinely wanted her to have a baby. Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell Laura about the divorce yet.

Feeling a little awkward, Mia looked at the only set of bedding that was covering the only bed in the room. She felt conflicted. “What now?”

“Let’s just sleep like that. Don’t worry. If I wanted to do anything to you, I wouldn’t have waited this long to do it.”

Mia’s eyes flashed mockingly. He was right, of course.

She lay down on one side of the bed, but there was no blanket. It would be a little cold with the air-

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Timothy passed the blanket to Mia and said, “Take it. I’m not cold.”

Mia didn’t try to be courteous with him. She was pregnant, so she couldn’t afford to get a cold.

As Timothy lay on the other side of the bed, he found himself unable to fall asleep.

He looked at the woman who lay with her back toward him. His gaze was a little complicated. He couldn’t

describe what he felt.

After a while, Timothy closed his eyes. Soon, he felt something warm snuggling against him and nuzzling against his chest.

Timothy looked at the woman who had rolled into his arms on her own accord. Now that she was no longer

making biting remarks, she looked a lot more docile.

He preferred this side of her.

The next day, Mia woke up alone in bed.

She checked the time and figured Timothy was completing his morning exercise routine. Having lived with him for three years, she knew his schedule like the back of her hand.

Mia didn’t feel the urge to go back to sleep. In fact, she felt a little hungry, so she went downstairs to make herself some lemonade and prepare a snack.

When she was done, she saw Timothy coming out of the home gym. He instinctively walked toward her.

When Timothy saw the lemonade and a familiar-looking pastry on the kitchen counter, his expression softened a little. He assumed that Mia had simply been putting on an act and going against him the last two days just to get his attention.

Well, she was now obediently preparing a snack for him like she always did.

As he approached Mia with an aloof expression, she picked up the plate as well as the glass of lemonade and

walked off.

She didn’t even look at him or leave anything for him.

Timothy stood in front of the kitchen counter. Staring at the empty glass before him, he poured himself some

warm water. When he looked down and saw the pieces of lemon on the counter, the water in his mouth suddenly tasted terrible.

In the past, Mia would prepare lemonade and some energy-boosting snacks for him after his exercise.

When Timothy looked to the side, he saw her munching on something while sitting on the couch. His gaze

grew rather complicated.

Mia felt his eyes on her, but she forced herself to stay calm and not back down.

Soon, Laura woke up.

Mia ate breakfast with Laura. Her appetite had gotten a lot better, and she ate far more than she usually did,