Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love novel Chapter 10

Ann's face was pink because it was pressed against Phillip's chest. Feeling the man's strong body and hearing his heavy breathing, she struggled subconsciously and raised her head abruptly.

Her soft lips brushed past the man's lips gently, and she felt as if she was struck to the bone.

Ann was so embarrassed that she almost cried. But then she noticed a trace of shock and surprise in Phillip's eyes.

"Mr. ... Mr. Phillip, I, I'm so sorry!"

Even though Ann was startled by Phillip's sudden appearance, Ann couldn't blame him. She fell down because she was too careless. She had no choice but to lower her eyes and apologize to him. She ignored his arms around her body.

Phillip didn't say anything. He just held her in his arms and stared at her with his dark sexy eyes.

He forgot how long it had been since he had looked at her like this.

The man's gaze was as calm and deep as an ocean. Ann panicked and tried to get up with her right hand searching for support. She thought he was displeased.

Unfortunately, she happened to press her hand on Phillip's lower abdomen. She felt something was wrong and hurriedly moved her hand, but her hand went down to an even more awkward place in the end.

"Oh…"

Phillip raised his eyebrows and let out a low groan. His expression became even stranger.

Ann panicked and almost cried. She didn't have the time to care about the spices in her hands as she tried to get up while on all fours.

As a result, all the spices were spilled on Phillip's suit jacket. Ann believed she was doomed. She was so scared that she didn't dare to raise her head at all.

"Ann, raise your head."

It took Phillip a while to come to his senses because he was stunned by Ann's actions. And then he saw that she lowered her head in panic. That made her into an adorable little quail.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Phillip. I didn't expect you to come, so I panicked." Being called by her name, Ann could only raise her head and apologize with her little face glum.

"That's not important." Phillip extended his long legs and took a step forward, and then he took off his jacket and placed it on her arm, "The jacket now smells your spices. Wash it and give it back next time."

It turned out that he just asked her to wash his jacket. It was an amnesty. She heaved a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly.

"No problem. I will do it properly."