My Supermodel Wife

After returning to Villa Lakeside, Lilia sat in the living room alone in a daze.

She still had the ultrasound photo of her son on her ŀȧp, her fingers rubbing against the photo, but her mind was looking at the scene outside the window, flitting up and down.

Every woman has a natural dėsɨrė to get married.

No matter how calm she was, what currently happened on the internet would definitely cause ripples in her heart.

However, her husband's reaction seemed very flat.

Maybe he's been very busy and hasn't thought about this matter.

Lilia tried to comfort herself. Before she could organize her thoughts, Harold called her.

She waited for over an hour, and finally Harold called her again.

'Is it possible to read all the comments on the topic page?!' She wondered, and sighed.

"What are you planning? Now that your popularity is at the top, do you want to respond?"

Harold's voice was a bit faint with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Lilia tilted her head, pressed the phone to her face as she held the photo frame, and said casually, "Since everything has come out, we better respond."

"Are you going to announce it to the public?"

Lily answered, "It's not something that needs to be kept a secret anymore. Besides, I'm already more than three months pregnant."

The artists in the circle will not announce her pregnancy in the first three months. They will avoid the public eye as much as possible to avoid being exposed.

But Lilia was feeling careless today, she didn't expect anyone to recognize her in the hospital.

The photo was taken by a paparazzi, and if she didn't respond, she would look guilty.

"Let's do it!" Harold sighed. "Do you need the public relations department to write a copy for you?"

Lilia's gaze fell on the photo in her hand, shook her head, and rejected his suggestion. "No, I will answer directly."

Harold was silent for a moment. "Okay!"

...

Ten minutes later, Lilia, who had not updated her social media for almost three months, immediately released a message.

Lilia : 1 + 1 = 3

Harold who read the post. "..." 

He had better ask the public relations department to write something for Lilia to just copy.

Sharp-eyed netizens were quick to interpret this content.

Netizen 1: Damn! Congratulations, goddess!

Even though Lilia's post didn't have too much text to express, it was because of the simple formula response that everyone followed suit.

Even for a long time to come, many fans are curious as to whether married and pregnant artists will use this to convey the message implicitly.

Lilia's honesty to the public helped her gain a lot of fans for a while.

After she answered, Vivi opened their group chat and congratulated her when she first saw Lilia's post.

Only Rachel remained silent the entire time.

The two chatted in the group for more than ten minutes, but Rachel never showed up.

Vivi even called her several times, but she still didn't answer.

After seeing this, Lilia held the phone and pulled the corner of her mouth with a clear look.

She left the group chat page and immediately started writing a separate message to Vivi.

Since Rachel doesn't want to talk, they won't force her.

Compared to Lilia, Vivi had an indistinct complaint.

Vivi : What is she doing? I've sent so many messages, doesn't she see it?

Lilia : Maybe she's busy.

Vivi : No matter how busy she is in the office, doesn't she have time to look at her cell phone for a while?

Lilia calmly noticed Vivi's complaint, she smiled lightly, and typed a sentence on her cell phone's screen in a sarcastic tone.

Lilia : No problem, she has her own life too, so don't bother!

She doesn't like trying to think too much about other people.

Since Rachel never responded to the news, Lilia just laughed it off.

She always remembered what Alan had told her.

In no time, she sent Lilia a smiley face sticker.

Vivi : I called her, the first time the phone was connected but she didn't answer. The second time I called, she turned it off!

Seeing this news, Lilia clearly deepened her smile.

Sure enough, Rachel started avoiding them!

As Lilia was thinking, the topic changed after a while.

...

Nearing five in the afternoon, Lilia was sleeping on the sofa. Then suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring.

One of the maids walked to the entrance in a hurry, looked at the video phone, and then opened the door.

Outside, a courier was holding a box in his hand. "Hello, there is a package for Miss Lilia!"

"Thank you, I'll tell her." After the maid nodded, she took the box.

She returned to the living room and saw Lilia sitting with sleepy eyes, and rushed forward. "Madam, there is a package for you!"

Lilia reached out and stroked her eyebrows, surprised. "Mine?"

She took it and looked at the box carefully. She realized that the name of the recipient and the phone number above were indeed hers, but there was no relevant information about the sender.

This is amazing.

The people around her knew that she lived at Villa Lakeside, so they probably wouldn't have sent her via courier.

When Lilia got suspicious, the maid had already returned from the kitchen with the scissors.

When the carton was opened, she leaned forward and found that there were many bottles and cans inside, and there seemed to be two buckets of powdered milk.

"Who sent it?"

She muttered to himself, and took out a small white bottle and looked at it. It is a well-known brand for the care of pregnant women abroad.

That's Alfred!

The content of the text message is very short: I hope you are well.

The timing of this message was too coincidental, and combined with the fact that the waiter had just received the box from the courier, she suspected that these things might have been sent by Alfred.

She didn't reply to the text message, instead she daydreams looking at a box of skin care products.

In less than half an hour, Jean returned.

There was a carton box on the living room's table, Lilia was not in the living room, and the maids along with the nutritionists were busy in the kitchen.

The man took off his coat, walked up slowly, and saw her on the balcony.

At this time, the sunset shone on their house.

Lilia's elbow rested on the white marble railing, wearing a slightly pale facial expression, watching the scene in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jean opened the window and stood beside her, then looked at her calm cheeks. "Why are you standing here alone?"

Lilia narrowed her eyes and retracted her gaze from a distance, then smiled lightly. "I was just enjoying the sunset, you came home early today?"

"I came home from work early because I wanted to accompany Mrs. Widjaya to dinner." As the man spoke, he raised his hand to smooth Lilia's hair that was blown away by the wind.

Lilia tilted her head and sighed. "I feel like a pampered child. There's nothing to do at home every day, except eat and sleep, but this is… a rare free time!"

The man heard her melancholic tone, and raised his hand to wrap it around her shoulder. "If you're bored, you can find something to do yourself!"