The Bound Between Us

Chapter 433
Anastasia hovered at the door, waiting for Herman to end his call before she entered.
“Why are you still up?” Herman noticed Anastasia’s presence, and a flicker of guilt was passing through his eyes. He quickly
ushered Anastasia to the couch, propping her up with a soft cushion. He was worried she might have heard his conversation.
“Busy with work?” Anastasia asked as she sat down. “Who were you talking to? Was it Dailey? I heard something about a private
detective. Are you hiding something from me?”
Herman crouched down beside her. His lips curled up into a faint smile. “We’ve got a few new projects in the works, so it’s been
a bit hectic at the office. Let me feel our baby.”
He placed his hand on Anastasia’s belly. His gaze was soft and tender. “I hope our little one is behaving and not giving you too
much trouble.”
Anastasia watched Herman for a moment. He had dodged her question about the private detective, clearly not wanting to divulge
any information.
Pressing him further would only lead to an argument. She decided to let it go.
“I don’t know why, but my eyelid’s been twitching all evening,” Anastasia confessed, rubbing her belly.
“You’re probably just tired. Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Herman suggested, helping Anastasia to her feet. “I’ll stay home with
you tomorrow. Flynn can handle things at the office.”
Anastasia felt a sense of relief wash over her at his words. “In that case, I’ll ask Katie to make your favorite roast goose
tomorrow,” Anastasia offered.
“Sounds perfect.”
The next day.
Anastasia woke up late, and when she opened her eyes, Herman was still there beside her. His presence made her feel
incredibly happy.

Herman was already awake, reading a book beside her. Seeing her awake, he put the book aside and gently asked, “Should I
ask Katie to send up some food?”
“I’d rather sleep in a bit longer,” Anastasia replied, glancing at the clock. It was already ten. She scooted closer to Herman,
wrapping an arm around him and closing her eyes. “Honey, I’m not hungry.”
Anastasia’s voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of shyness. She wasn’t quite sure why, but she found herself more dependent
on him than ever. Every day, she eagerly awaited his return. The sound of his car pulling into the driveway was enough to
brighten her day. Herman enjoyed her dependence on him. He gently stroked her hair. His voice was deep and soothing. “Once
the baby’s born, I’ll feed you every day.”
Anastasia blushed, playfully hitting Herman. “Who said anything about eating you? You’re not delicious, and I’m not a demon.”
Herman chuckled, pulling Anastasia into a deep kiss. When he finally pulled away, he teased, “But you are my demon.”
Amused, Anastasia responded, “Well, then I guess your grandma was right. I am an evil witch.”
“I’d gladly fall into your trap,” Herman replied, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. “Once the baby’s born, we’ll
have our wedding, then our honeymoon. I’ll make up for everything I owe you, Anastasia. I want to give you everything you
deserve. Whatever other women have, my woman should have. What they don’t, my woman should still have.”
“That’s very domineering of you,” Anastasia chuckled, snuggling closer to him.
Their tender moment was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.
“Anastasia, you’re still in bed? I brought you some of my shop’s new imported coffee beans. They’re safe for pregnant women
to...” Gianna’s cheerful entrance came to an abrupt halt. Her face was paling as she took in the sight of Anastasia and Herman’s
intimate moment.
Gianna hadn’t expected to find Herman at home, let alone walk in on him and Anastasia in a passionate embrace. Her
unrequited feelings for Herman shifted uncomfortably at the sight.
Swiftly regaining her composure, she joked, “Sorry, I didn’t see anything. Carry on,” before exiting the room. The smile fell off her
face the moment the door was closed behind her.

Inside the room, Anastasia was equally surprised by Gianna’s sudden appearance. Her face flushed in embarrassment. She
gently nudged Herman. “We should get up...”