Chapter 59 Our Unborn Child Matters Most

• The sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting soft golden rays onto the living room floor. Ava reclined on the plush sofa, her hand protectively resting on her growing belly. The room was calm, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. Alexander sat beside her, his dark eyes searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
• "I know for such that something like this needs your utmost rest," he began, his tone low yet firm. "And I hope you're willing to compromise. Your job could be held till you're out of bed and back to your feet." He paused, gauging her reaction. "You need to prioritize yourself now."
• Ava's lips curved into a slight pout, her fingers playing with the edge of her blouse. "But what if I get too bored?" she teased, though her voice carried a hint of genuine concern.