Charlie's expression froze, and he subconsciously clenched his phone.

My heart thumped. In front of me was a Pandora magic box. I didn't know what was inside the box.

He put my hand under the quilt and patted me gently.

"Are you unhappy because I came back late today? Honey, don't think too much. I'm busy making money to support you and the baby in your belly. If I don't make money, what will you spend in the future?"

He was avoiding it. He did not intend to explain the messages.

My heart sank. Once the seed of suspicion was planted, it would grow crazily.

Not long after, the sound of the hairdryer came from the bathroom. The door blocked my sight.

I didn't know if he replied to her while drying his hair.

I didn't know if his expression was as gentle as it was to me when he replied to the message, or if he was upset about that person's messages.

I turned over and placed my hand on my stomach.

When I was diagnosed to be pregnant, he was so happy that he hugged me and spun around several times.

He said that this was the crystallization of our love, and he would work hard to make money to give us the best life.

But now, my mind was filled with the words "sick".

I didn't know when he came back and went to bed.

He didn't hug me from behind as usual. He turned his back to me and I could even see the light on his side.

When I put my hand under my face, I found that the pillow was completely wet, and my nose was blocked and I couldn't breathe. I could only open my mouth slightly and hold back my tears. I didn't sleep well that night.

When I woke up the next day, breakfast was ready.

Charlie was wearing an apron and looked like a househusband.

When he saw the bruise under my eyes, he frowned. He was worried and anxious. He quickly helped me sit down and touched my belly.

"You didn't sleep well last night. Did the baby make a fuss? When he comes out, I'll beat him up."

I wanted to laugh, but my smile was too forced.

He was still the same, but I felt different.

After the breakfast, he was going to work. I wanted to go with him.

He flicked me on the forehead. "You're pregnant. Stay at home and wait for me to come back and accompany you."

I refused him.

"The doctor said that pregnant women should walk more often, which is good for giving birth. Or is there something shameful in your company, so you don't want me to go?"

His expression froze slightly, and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes, but I still caught it.

Sure enough, he was hiding something from me.

As I wished, I went to the company with him. His life was very simple: company, social engagements, and home.

He was a neat freak. It was impossible for him to sleep with someone he had just met.

The person who could make him have such thoughts must be someone who knew him well and had accompanied him for a long time.

Other than his assistants and secretaries, I couldn't think of anyone else.

He had five secretaries, three men and two women, and three assistants, two men and one woman.

Therefore, it was not difficult to find that person.

Everyone in the secretary's office greeted me when they saw me.

Everyone focused on their own work. I frowned. Did I think wrong?

I walked into the office absent-mindedly and saw that Charlie was talking to someone about work.

I sat on the sofa and looked at him. He was serious and not as gentle as he used to be at home. Did I suspect something wrong?

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even know when he sat next to me.

He waved his hand in front of my eyes. "Are you distracted? Are you bored? Do you want me to send you back?"

I shook my head. "No, I'll just be alone at home if I go back. I don't want to go back."

"Madam, if you're bored, why don't you let me accompany you?"

The woman who was talking about work with Charlie just now walked toward me with a smile. She had a high ponytail, looking young and sunny.

I looked at Charlie questioningly and saw the evasive look in his eyes.

The smell of adultery permeated the air. I looked at the woman in front of me carefully. She seemed to be 22 or 23. She was a college student.

"Who are you?"

There was no such person among his secretaries and assistants.

The woman smiled and said, "I'm Mr. Ford's intern assistant. My name is Winnie Davis."

"Why didn't I know that you had an intern assistant?"

I looked at Charlie. His eyes were a little evasive, and his index finger and thumb rubbed against each other unconsciously. I knew him too well, and I even knew his every habit. He was feeling guilty.

"She's a senior, and she's only been here for two months. It's hard to say whether she can stay or not. Besides, you haven't been to the company for a long time. It's normal for you not to know these things."

I touched my belly and chuckled.

"Yes, it's normal that I don't know."

"Then I'll have to trouble you to accompany me for a walk, Miss Davis."

A woman's intuition was terrifyingly accurate. If she was an ordinary employee, why would Charlie feel guilty?

Unless this employee was not ordinary.

There was nothing to look around the company, so Winnie suggested going for a walk.

"Then let's go to the cafe downstairs. I used to like going there to slack off during work."

"It turns out that you like to go to the cafe to slack off. I thought you would stay in Mr. Ford's office to relax."

Winnie smiled mischievously.

When we were in college, Charlie started a business. It was a hard time, but we lived a fulfilling life.

Sometimes, when I was too tired, I would hide and relax in his office.

He always pinched my nose dotingly and called me "lazy cat". He also said that if he made money in the future, I wouldn't have to work so hard.

Later, his company gradually expanded, and I was indeed much more relaxed.

After getting pregnant, I couldn't go to work anymore and stayed at home to nourish the fetus.

However, as our life had improved, someone had lost his heart along the way.

I couldn't drink coffee, so I ordered a cup of warm water.

Winnie ordered a glass of Iced Caffe Americano.

"You also like Iced Caffe Americano."

Charlie liked it too, but I didn't like it. It was too bitter, and I couldn't get used to it.

She looked at the coffee with a happy smile on her face.

"I didn't like it at first, but my sweetheart does."

Her shy expression was no different from that of a young girl who had just fallen in love.

I looked at the warm water in my hand and asked with a faint smile, "Is he your sweetheart or boyfriend?"

If she said sweetheart, then it was her unrequited love.

But if she said boyfriend, it would be different.

Winnie blushed, but she straightened her back unconsciously.

I heard her say a word in a low voice, "Boyfriend."

Bang! The cup in my hand fell to the ground and warm water splashed on my leg.

"Ah!" Winnie quickly pulled out a few pieces of paper for me.

The waiter also rushed over to ask about the situation.

For a moment, my surroundings were in a mess.

"I'm fine."

After I dealt with it, I felt regretful that I was too impetuous just now.

Why didn't I hold the glass firmly?

She looked at me apologetically.

"Nancy, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're pregnant. Are you all right?"

Now she doesn't even call me Madam anymore. She directly calls me Nancy.

She was a college student after all. She couldn't hide her thoughts.

"What could happen to me? I just didn't hold it firmly.

"By the way, is your boyfriend from your university?"

Winnie shook her head. Her eyes lit up when she mentioned her boyfriend.

"No, he's from Mr. Ford's company. Nancy, you've also seen him before."

"Oh? Who is he?"

I pretended to be curious, but she refused to reveal who he was. All she said was how good and fond of her that person was.

Since she didn't tell me the name, I was no longer in the mood to talk.

Although I had confirmed that the person last night was Winnie, I still needed a final piece of evidence.

I proposed to add her as friend on Facebook, and she agreed in surprise.

She was even more impatient than I was.

"I previously asked Mr. Ford if I could add you as a friend on Facebook, but he didn't agree. I didn't expect to be able to add you myself today."

I looked at the familiar avatar and my heart sank completely.

Now I was sure that she was Charlie's mistress, the one who sent messages to Charlie last night.

I curled my lips and browsed through her Facebook page.

I found a photo of two crossed hands. I was very familiar with the man's hand. Just last night, he was still applying oil for me.

I looked at the photo for a long time, and I said to Winnie, "Why did you ask Charlie about that? Do you have a good relationship with him?"

She didn't panic at all. Instead, she looked at me generously. When it came to Charlie, her face was always full of happiness.

"Mr. Ford is like my teacher. I'm a little regretful to know that he's married. But I think that he's so outstanding, and his wife must be good, so I asked him whether I can add you as my friend on Facebook. I want to learn from you.

"But I didn't expect you to be pregnant. I'm too embarrassed to disturb you."

As an assistant, why would she feel regretful because her boss was married?

Winnie had no intention of hiding it at all.

On the way back to the company, she talked to me about her boyfriend.

"Nancy, will women have stretch marks after they are pregnant?"

My eyebrows twitched. "Yes, what's wrong?"

Winnie pursed her lips and was a little unhappy.

"My boyfriend doesn't like women with stretch marks. He said that they were ugly and disgusting, and he wanted to vomit when he saw them.

"Nancy, do you have stretch marks? Does Mr. Ford dislike them?"

How could I not understand the hidden meaning behind her words.

"He personally applies oil for me every night. Does this mean he dislikes them?"

Charlie didn't like them. The messages last night and what Winnie had said showed that he disliked them very much.

But in front of me, he looked like he loved me.

Which one is the real Charlie?

Winnie's expression changed and she laughed, but her smile was a little forced.

After returning to the office, Charlie asked me where I had gone and what I had done.

He didn't look at Winnie the whole time.

She blushed and looked at him sadly.

After Charlie discovered it, he drove her out coldly.

Winnie stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, but she did not dare to say anything in the end.

As soon as she left, my face darkened a little.

His ears were still on my belly, and he looked like a good father.

I suddenly felt a little sick. I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom in the office.

After vomiting for a long time, I didn't spit out anything.

I poured water on my face. When I looked up, I saw a pair of couple cups on the sink.

I haven't been to the company since I got pregnant. I've already cleaned up my things, and this cup and toothbrush are not mine.

It was not mine, so it could only be someone else's.

I stared at the pink cup. How long had she been with Charlie?

Did the company know about their relationship?

Did she sleep in his office during her lunch break?

But he was still applying oil for me last night.

I seemed to have gone crazy. On the one hand, I remembered his kindness, and on the other hand, I told myself that he had cheated me.

When he came over, I was holding the pink cup in my hand.

His expression changed and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

I turned to look at him, my eyes cold.

"Whose is this?"

My voice was hoarse and slightly trembling.