Martin quickly averted his eyes. "Nothing."
Lulu certainly doubted that and reached out to turn his face so that he faced her directly. "Tell me. What was that about?"
Martin came clean right then. "Well, you know who the father is. I won't mind if you want Jean to be named after him…"
Lulu glowered right then and turned to leave the room.
For some reason, her heart hurt.
Martin followed her outside. "Are you upset?"
Lulu kept her back to him. "No."
"You are," Martin said, exposing her right then.
Lulu said nothing to that and kept her gaze lowered.
Martin walked up in turn and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind, and he brushed his cheek against hers. "I misspoke. Please don't get angry, alright?"
Lulu pursed her lips and turned to face him. "I'm not that cold, Martin. I know you've been good to me, so why would you mention him?"
"I was just trying to say that I'd respect whatever you decide on. I wasn't deliberately mentioning it to upset you," Martin explained, and added apologetically, "I'm sorry—"
He was cut off mid-sentence as Lulu suddenly kissed him.
Taken aback, he was left staring blankly at her as she put her arms around his neck and went deeper with her kiss!
Martin's hands remained at her waist, breathing in her faint sweetness and that tinge of milky smell.
He did not move, however—it was not as if he did not want to respond, but he was not sure if Lulu was mentally prepared.
And he was certainly worried that he would not be able to hold back once he got in the mood!
Meanwhile, Lulu kissed him until her lips went numb, only for him to not react at all.
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