You Faked Your Death for Her？Great！I Had His Baby Chapter 07

You Faked Your Death for Her？Great！I Had His Baby Chapter 07

I got pregnant in the second month of our marriage

Miles Donovan was so happy he practically turned into an idiot.

After that, he cooked for me every day.

Braised short ribs.

Creamy mushroom soup.

Sautéed seasonal vegetables.

He even studied plating tutorials online and used dark chocolate sauce to draw tiny hearts along the edge of the plate.

“You’re doing too much.”

I leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching him work, and couldn’t help laughing.

“Not enough.”

Miles didn’t turn around as he minced the garlic.

“You’re eating for two now. I need to take good care of both of you.”

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.

His body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.

He covered my hands with his and slowly brushed his thumb over the back of my hand.

“Miles.”

“Mm?”

“When did you start liking me?”

His knife paused before he went back to mincing the garlic.

“Seven years ago.”

His voice dropped slightly.

Seven years ago, I was working as a content manager at another company.

Miles was the project lead on the client’s side.

We went through more than a dozen meetings over a single annual campaign proposal.

Every time he showed up, he wore a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms.

He didn’t talk much, but whenever he did, he could pinpoint exactly what was wrong with my

proposal and kill it on the spot.

I hated him for it.

Behind his back, I called him “the evil hornet“.

“You argued with me every day back then.”

I rested my chin against his shoulder blade.

“Every meeting with you made me want to quit.”

Miles laughed.

“I know. Your ears turned red every time you argued with me.”

“Because I was mad.”

“Was that it?”

He turned off the stove and faced me.

Then he braced both hands on the counter on either side of me, boxing me in.

He lowered his head and looked at me.

“I thought it was something else.”

My heart skipped a beat.

For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.

Then the corner of his mouth curved.

“So I confidently sent someone to your house every year for seven straight years, trying to steal you away from him.”

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Wilma raised an eyebrow but didn’t move his hands

Žvejyn, do pliku katazw what people back home say about me?

staught back another laugh and deliberately tilted my head.

“They say you disappear after every proposal attempt.”

“Chece a year, you’d send someone to ask if I’d give you a chance, then vanish again.”

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“Su jej ofarted wondering if you’d gotten into trouble somewhere and were doing time

They fund my sake a year, you get ondt long enough to ask about me`

“That you had to go back an

Mies and from shunted to spunting at me, then finally let out a low laugh

Dong tume?”

One hand came up and caught my chin, his thunbesting lightly near the corner of my mouth

“So what am I doing now?”

“Breaking out?”

“Mm–hmm.

I nodded seriously.

“Repeat offense.”

Miles laughed and dipped his head, catching my lower lip lightly between his teeth.

“Then I’d better make the charges stick.”

A moment later, he let go and picked up the plate.

“Dinner.”

That was Miles.

He always knew exactly when to stop.

Just enough to leave me wanting more.

I thought back to the day after I’d texted Dad.

Miles had shown up outside my office building the very next day.

“I heard you wanted to see me.”

I looked around to make sure he was actually talking to me.

“Mr. Donovan? What are you doing here?”

At the time, I had no idea that the mysterious Donovan guy from my hometown was Miles.

“I couldn’t wait for the mutual family friend anymore.”

He looked at me.

“It’s been seven years. If you still won’t answer me, m changing strategies.”

I blinked.

“What… does that mean?”

“It means

He stepped closer and looked down at me, his voice calm.

“Starting today, I’m pursuing you myself.”

“That mutual family friend thing is too slow.”

I laughed.

So did he.

Then he leaned down slightly in the middle of the busy office building lobby and looked at me seriously.

“Evelyn, I didn’t come because you suddenly decided you wanted to get married.”

“I waited seven years because the man you wanted to marry wasn’t me.”

His gaze stayed on mine.

“Now you don’t want to marry him.”

“So I’m here.”