The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 737

"I was only hovering because I cared about your health. The choice is completely yours. You have every right to decide whether to keep it or..."

His voice was so low, so soothing. There wasn't a trace of blame or coercion in his words—only respect, understanding, and grace.

He loved the baby simply because it was ours.

He loved me, so he gave me his utmost respect and understanding, reserving the final choice for me without any pressure.

He refused to use this child to tie me down.

He supported my career, my dreams, offering me infinite patience.

But beneath it all, I could still hear the subtle current of heartache and reluctance in his tone.

Deep down, he wanted this baby. It was his child too, after all. Yet he still gave me complete autonomy.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved. The foundation of love was respect and understanding, followed closely by mutual appreciation and cherishing each other.

And right now, it felt like I had it all.

Staring at his earnest face, I stayed silent for a long time. The air settled into a quiet stillness. After a long while, I simply picked up my fork again. "Let's eat."

"Okay." He picked up his fork too.

But then I quickly realized what he was doing and snatched it out of his hand. "Stop eating. Just drink some water."

A little spice wouldn't hurt the baby, but for someone with a fresh stab wound? Absolutely not.

He didn't argue. He just casually grabbed my glass, took a sip, and sighed contentedly. "Ah, water from my wife's glass is so sweet. Delicious."