Chapter 390 Happy, Are You?
- Ariana's POV:
- Figaro's hands were steady, his grip firm and comforting as he righted me. With a gentle release, he muttered, "You're still rushing around like this, even pregnant? You need to slow down, be careful."
- In that moment, draped in his white coat, he was a figure of calm—an angel in disguise. His warmth was almost palpable, a silent reassurance.