Chapter 571: Chapter 571



“You go ahead. I’m exhausted, so I’m off to sleep.”

Shawn’s face fell slightly.

“Okay then.”

Retreating to the bedroom, Katherine sprawled on the bed, which felt unusually chilly without Shawn beside her. He usually warmed the bed quickly with his presence. Yet the faint sounds of the TV drifting in told her he wasn’t coming anytime soon.

As sleep was about to claim her, she sensed a presence enveloping her.

Shawn’s voice, low and enticing, murmured in her ear, “Stay with me tonight. I’m scared of the dark.”

Katherine kept her eyes closed.

“There are no ghosts. What’s there to be scared of?”

“But I’m truly scared.”

As usual, Shawn was up to his playful tricks once more. Yielding to his persuasive charm, Katherine rose from her bed to join him in the living room.

Offering her a skewer, Shawn said, “Here, have some while it’s still warm.”

However, the robust flavor of the lamb overwhelmed her senses, triggering a wave of nausea. No sooner had she settled down than she rushed to the bathroom, bending over the toilet.

Following behind, concern laced his words as he stuttered, “Kathy, could it be that you’re pregnant?”

“That’s total bullshit!” Katherine spat but nothing came out. She got up and rinsed her mouth, giving Shawn a disgusted look.

“Barbecue just turns my stomach now.”

“Why is that?” Shawn was confused. He thought barbecue was Katherine’s favorite. Could he have been mistaken in thinking it would make her happy?

He considered asking further, but her stern gaze stopped him.

“Fine, I won’t pry,” Shawn muttered, recalling how touchy women could get sometimes, as he stepped outside to get her a glass of water.

Katherine had no appetite.

“Go ahead and eat. I’m off to bed.”

“I’ll sleep with you!”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I might be, but I’ll warm the bed for you first, since I’m your little cutie.”

During Shawn’s teenage years, his parents were still around. It was commonly said that a daughter was more comforting, but Joelle, who had been adored since birth, was quite demanding. Shawn, always thoughtful, seemed older than his years. Once, while out with his mother, a compliment was given to Shawn for his good sense. His mother had laughed and said, “Of course, he’s my little cutie.” That nickname had stayed with him.

In bed, Shawn wrapped his arms around Katherine from behind.

“Kathy, does your stomach hurt?”

“No.”

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