Deeply In Love: CEO's Spoiled Girl

The light reflected the outline of the woman curling up on the sofa.

He walked over quietly and stood in front of the sofa, looking at the beautiful face of the woman.

The sleeping face of Myra was quiet and gentle, but her twisted eyebrows showed that she was suffering some kind of pain at the moment.

Seeing that she covered her stomach with her soft arms alternately, Kian frowned slightly.

He was considering whether to take her back to the room.

But if he took her back to the room, he couldn't stay there, could he?

After think

is, Myra swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue.

At this time, Kian raised his eyes, looked tired, but still forced himself to cheer up and asked, "Do you still have a stomachache?"

"Much better," nodded Myra. "I'm going to bed. Good night."

She stood up to collect the bowls on the tea table.

Kian suddenly held her hand before she reached the bowls.

He held her hand so tightly that Myra's heart beat faster.

"Come here... Is that okay?" He raised his head slightly and stared into her eyes. "I want to talk to you."