My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 115 Protect The Baby

sat on it. “Do you want water?” he asked gently. Marilyn nodded. Armand picked up the flask from the bedside table and poured a cup of warm water. He then leaned forward to help Marilyn up and held the cup of water to Marilyn’s lips. The latter’s heart instantly turned fuzzy at the sight of Armand’s gentle and thoughtful gesture. She soon drank half a cup of water with Armand’s help. With one hand placed over the blanket, she caressed her tummy. “Thank goodness you arrived, Mando. Otherwise, this baby would be lost.” “I promise you that something like that would never happen again.” Armand pulled out a piece of tissue and dabbed away the water lingering on Marilyn’s lips. “You must protect the baby.” Armand gazed at Marilyn with his pair of deep, meaningful eyes. Yet, in them hid a trace of emotions indecipherable to Marilyn. Nonetheless, Armand’s faint expression and fragrant scent tempted Marilyn to climb into Armand’s embrace. She wanted to hug him tightly. At that instant, she regretted her choice of actions. She felt grateful, though, that Armand still loved her as usual. “Mando, wait for me.” Marilyn could not help it when she reached out to grab Armand’s hand. She laced her slender fingers between his and clasped them firmly. Marilyn then fixed her twinkling gaze on Armand. “Just wait a few more months for me. Then, I’ll be able to stand by your side openly. We can go to Petalgrove or Bellridge. You must accompany me to see the aurora. I’ll play the world’s most beautiful music for you to hear.” Marilyn desired to marry Armand and have his children. Meanwhile, Armand shot a glance at Marilyn’s hand, which was wrapped around his. A wave of disdain suddenly surged up within his usually tranquil heart. Armand pulled his hand back calmly. “Let’s talk after you’ve delivered the baby safely,” he replied flatly. Failing to grasp Armand’s hand, Marilyn quickly fell into sorrow. However, as soon as Armand promised to talk with her, Marilyn’s lips arched up into a smile. “This is your promise. Do not ever go back on it!” Then, there was a knock on the door. Samantha soon strolled into the room. “Mom’s resting in her room. I’m here to check up on Marilyn.” “Aunt Samantha, I’ll leave the two of you to chat.” Armand took the opportunity to stand up and take his leave. Samantha strode over to the bed