Carrying a Child That's Not Mine novel Chapter 2

"Hey, Chelsea. The light in my house was broken. Joe was worried about my safety, so he offered for me to stay at his place for the time being.

"He changed the password in case I couldn't remember the old one, so the new password is my birthday. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

My gaze landed on the fallen strap on Lucy's shoulder. There were obvious hickeys on her chest, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Chelsea is too kind to mind something like this!"

Jonah sat on the couch. His pants were wrinkled, and his shirt was worn inside out. There was even a stain on the seat.

He pulled me into his embrace. "Why didn't you tell me you'd be out this late at night? What would I do if something happened to you or the baby?"

My heart grew cold as I looked at his genuine expression. He might seem like he cared a lot about me, but the harsh truth was, he had openly cheated on me at our home and even changed the password for fear of my sudden return.

I headed upstairs, ignoring him.

Before bed, Jonah, who never liked having milk, suddenly served me a glass. "You're now in the late stages of pregnancy, so you must pay extra attention to getting enough protein and calcium. Be good and drink this."

My gaze darkened at the sight of the white liquid. "I don't want to."

He seemed embarrassed that I had turned him down but still patiently coaxed, "Come on, it's for your and the baby's good. Listen to me, okay?"

With that, he forcefully fed me the milk.

After drinking the fishy-sweet milk, I started to feel drowsy. In a daze, I thought I saw two figures interwining next to me.