Falling Overnight

As soon as Edgar entered the apartment, his deep eyes fell on the woman on the sofa, her legs curled and leaning against the
sofa. Her beautiful face no longer looked strong and indifferent as usual.
He went up quietly, staring at her sleeping face. Frowning tightly in her sleep, Ivy seemed not to sleep well.
He stared at her like that for a long time. Although there was no expression on his face, he was extremely restless in his heart.
How he wished he could just look at her and love her in this way. But he knew that he could not love her, nor should he love her.
Noticing that she was still in sleep, he finally fixed his eyes on her when she held herself tightly in her arms. He frowned and held
her up gently. He wanted to take her back to the room.
When he touched her body, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Looking at each other, the air seemed to be frozen at the moment. Ivy thought it was a dream, but as the pounding of her heart
became more and more fierce, she was reminded that it was not a dream.
Ivy lowered her head in embarrassment. When she raised her head again, she was as cold as usual.
"Mr. Edgar, what's the matter?" She said to Edgar.
Suddenly, he stood up. Hiding his gentle eyes.
When Edgar opened his eyes, a hint of coldness rose from the corner of his eyes. He said, "Ivy, be careful of your body. If
something happens to your baby because of you, even if you die of illness, you can't take medicine. Do you understand?"
There was a trace of bitterness in Ivy's heart. It turned out that he was afraid that her illness would affect his baby while she was
sleeping here. Edgar was a cold man indeed.
She replied coldly, "don't worry, Mr. Edgar. I haven't developed such a weak body."
"Whatever." He said coldly.
Then he turned around and walked to his room.
The living room was not far away, but he suddenly felt that this distance was so long. His fists gradually clenched and then
loosened. In fact, he didn't want to do this to her. He hurt her, and also hurt himself.

After watching him leave, Ivy watched him walk into her room and close the door.
She took a deep breath and could not hold back her tears as long as they were released. She did not dare to make a sound. She
bit her lips hard, letting the tears run down.
Since Edgar doesn't love me anymore, why do you treat me like this.
She cried for a while, and then went back to her room without saying a word.
Ivy stayed in the room for the whole day until the door was knocked again.
She knew that he put the noodles on the door again.
She didn't come out and have meal with him. She could say that. When he was in, she never went out and she stayed in her
own room.
Usually, Edgar would put the meals at the door, knock and then leave.
She knew that he must be afraid of starving the baby to death.
After a month, her belly began to swell. She was getting more and more inconvenient. She didn't want to move. She had a
slovenly expression all day long.
Several times, Edgar walked to her door and turned back in silence. He had been observing her these days.
When he saw her sad eyes, he felt something wrong.
So Edgar quietly went to the hospital to ask Dr. Young, and the results were that Ivy seemed to have prenatal depression.
This news was like a bomb, smashing his heart.
Edgar returned to the apartment, uneasy.
He paced around her room for a long time.
He didn't know what to do and how to treat her disease. He once planned to take her to travel for relaxation, which was good for
her health.
But he knew that she would refuse. She would definitely refuse. But he was sure that he had to have a try.

So, when he had made up his mind, he stopped and walked towards her room.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Come in, the door is not locked."
Ivy said indifferently. She didn't even bother to raise her head.
When Edgar walked into her room, he saw her messy head lying on her bed and unwilling to come out.
He frowned and walked to her bedside.
He put his hands in his pockets, looked down at her and said coldly, "let's go, I'll take you downstairs for a walk."
"No, I won't go." Ivy said coldly.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to go."
"No, you must go!"
At this time, Ivy cocked her head and gave him an indifferent look. She didn't want to play the game of words with him anymore.
She looked at him blankly, with dark circles under her eyes.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her like that, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Mr. Edgar, if you are a man with a strong sexual desire, you can go for Olivia. I don't like it. I haven't taken a shower for a few
days and I am smelly. What's more, I have a big belly and I have no time for you to enjoy it. Of course, if you don't care about
that, but I remember clearly that you only want me to have your child. That's all. "
Hearing that, Edgar raised his eyebrows. He was surprised to find that he knew how to treat her. He also understood why she
was indifferent to him at that time. Damn Olivia, he would let her know the consequence of hurting him.
He lifted the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "don't worry. I have lost interest in you. But today, I don't want to cook. And I
don't want my child to be starved, so..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because he knew what she was going to say next?
Sure enough, the next second, Ivy pursed her lips lightly and said coldly, "Don't worry, I can handle it if you don't want to cook.
Take it easy, Mr. Edgar!"
Edgar retorted, "no, you can't. My son is a sharp tongued man. He won't eat the food you cooked!"
Ivy was speechless for a while. She really wanted to slap him to death. He was still so unreasonable. The baby hadn't been born.
If Olivia didn't tell her the truth, she would think that he was still in love with her. However, what Olivia said just now had always
been kept in her mind.
"You... "Ivy doesn't want to talk to such a boring person.
So she turned around with her back to him. She knew that he must be surrounded by hormones. Coincidentally, Olivia went on a
business trip again! 'son of a bitch! How dare you!'.
Facing Ivy's indifference, Edgar raised the corners of his lips, as if he had returned to their past, but he knew that he couldn't be
softhearted.
Edgar frowned and said nothing. Then he bent over and lifted Ivy's quilt. Edgar held her In his arms, Ivy was indeed a little
heavier than before.
The sudden embrace made her stiff and forget to struggle.
"What... What are you doing? Mr. Edgar, I hope you can behave yourself. You .."
That was when Ivy came to her senses. She struggled to push him away.
"I'll take you to dinner. I'm afraid my son will be starved." He replied coldly.