"Who says I'm pregnant?" Hera sprang up.
"Are you not?" Bernard was baffled.
"Of course not."
"Really?" He clearly didn't believe that, his eyes glancing at her flat belly. "You're not lying just to have sex, aren't you?"
She was speechless. How could she make up a pregnancy when she really wasn't pregnant?
She questioned back, "How could I not know when I'm an alternative medicine practitioner?"
Bernard had faith in her in terms of medical skills, but he still couldn't believe it. "Why were you nauseous when you saw meat? Isn't that a sign of pregnancy?"
Signs of pregnancy? Ridiculous.
"When did that happen?" As soon as she finished, she recalled the other day when she had a meal with her friends, and the red, juicy slices of meat made her feel sick.
She couldn't bear the sight of them lately because they reminded her of Linda, whose face alone repulsed her.
Did Bernard take that as a sign of pregnancy?
She also remembered that Samantha and her friends had brought up kids. Did they misunderstand the situation as well?
It was no wonder Bernard had been cautious around Hera these days. He wouldn't have sex with her and even bought a bunch of baby products without her knowing. What a huge misunderstanding!
"Your symptoms showed up quite late. It's been a while since we had sex," he pointed out.
Hera couldn't believe she was hearing that from him.
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