Riya ran a few steps before she was stopped by Stefan.

Like a few moments ago, he held her wrist and wouldn’t let go.

Riya immediately became angry and shouted, "Are you crazy? The baby is mine. It has nothing to do with you?"

It was up to her whether to take a prenatal checkup. If she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t do it.

Riya’s roar immediately attracted the surrounding people.

After all, there was no shortage of pregnant women in the gynecology hospital.

The pregnant women looked at her, but quickly they looked away understandingly.

They thought that it was that the woman wanted to give birth, and the man didn’t want to admit the baby as his own.

This kind of thing had been seen in the hospital many times, and it was no surprise.

Of course, it was also possible that the child in the woman’s belly had nothing to do with the man and the man was pestering her to be its father.

However, this man didn’t look like that kind of person.

He wore respectfully but maybe he was another bastard.

After all, one couldn’t judge by appearance.

Riya, who felt that she was being looked at, felt somewhat awkward.

Although she felt that she was upright, it was still uncomfortable to be looked at by others, and she didn’t like others to be suspicious of her relationship with Stefan.

"I am the father of the child. How can the baby have nothing to do with me?" He sounded calm, causing Riya to be more clear-minded.

He held her hand and did not allow her to refuse, "If you want everyone here to laugh at us, just go ahead."

Riya opened her lips. She did not know how to vent her anger.

She looked around but could not break away from the man, so she could only let him drag her in.

"She’s pregnant. It’s been more than two months. The baby is growing slowly and there are signs of a miscarriage. When you go home, take more rest and keep relaxed."

The doctor said expressionlessly as he quickly gave the prescription.

Riya nervously grabbed the bag in her hand, looked at the doctor and whispered, "Is

my baby alright?"

The doctor took another look at the report, "It’s fine. How long was the last time you had a miscarriage?"

Squinting her lips, she said in a low voice, "Half a year ago."

The doctor nodded and said, "Your body is recovering well. You need to take good care of yourself. The pregnancy may make you feel upset and frustrated. But for the sake of the baby, you have to learn to adjust yourself. Keep relaxed."

Riya blushed. She guessed that the doctor sensed something because she entered the room a few minutes after being called.

Riya nodded obediently and left the examination room as soon as possible.

It was just an ordinary prenatal examination, but it was as if she had experienced a major disaster.

On the way back, Riya sat in the car.

The picture she saw in the ultrasound examination room appeared in her head and she could not help smiling.

Although it was tiny, it was lovely.

Placing her hand on her lower abdomen, Riya turned to look at Stefan beside her and asked, "Do you like boys or girls?"

The man did not care at all. He seemed to be driving seriously.

When he heard her question, he only replied indifferently, "Both are fine."

This answer was very light-hearted. Obviously, Riya was unsatisfied.

She frowned and said, "It’s said that the son looks like the mother and the daughter looks like the father. I don’t want a girl, because she will be like an old woman."

Riya’s muttering was not loud, but it was a pity that the man heard it.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Am I very old?"

Riya rolled her eyes in disgust. "Appearance is old but with a young heart."

Stefan pursed his lips and continued looking at the road ahead. After a long while, he said indifferently, "I am not that young."

Riya was in no mood to listen to what he was saying. She touched her belly and smiled.

She then remembered that the baby was growing slowly and frowned.

She couldn’t eat anything. No wonder the baby developed slowly. She made a promise to herself to eat and sleep like Margaret.

Then she took out the ultrasound image again and looked at it before laughing out loud.

So cute!

When the car stopped, Riya was still thinking about her baby with the ultrasound image in her hands.

When the car door opened, a person called, "Miss."

Riya raised her head, only to find that she had arrived at a strange place.

No, where was this? Airport!

After getting out of the car, Riya hurriedly glanced at Stefan, "Why did you bring me to the airport?"

She clearly wanted to go home, why was she at the airport?

Stefan turned to look at her with a serious face, "Go to Far City to make a marriage proposal to your family."

Marriage proposal?

Riya was shocked for a moment before coming back to her senses. She lowered her head and whispered, "Who, who said I was going to marry you?"

She had not yet recovered from the joy of having a healthy baby and just had not thought about marriage.

The man frowned, his tone filled with a rare nervousness, "Do you want to wear a wedding dress with a big belly?"

Riya froze. She did not want to!

"But...I’m not ready yet."

She had just found out that she was pregnant with a healthy baby, and her mind was filled with the color of clothes and shoes that the baby would wear, what school it would go to in the future, who it would look like, and what its personality was like.

How could she have the brain to think about marriage?

"You’ve already accepted my proposal. You are already pregnant with my baby. You can’t go back on your word."

It was too late to go back on her word and now she was going to board the plane.

Riya panicked and wanted to pull her hand off his grip.

She knew that it was impossible for her to get free, so she gave up her effort.

She blushed and felt hot on her face.

Riya moved awkwardly, took a step back, and the man followed.

She bit her lips and said, "What if they don’t agree?"

Ever since they were young, her grandfather had treated Stefan as his own grandson. Her father always called Stefan his little boy.

She had always felt that Stefan was no different from her own brother. They were both her family.

She was used to it and her family had been used to it.

If she brought him back and told them that she was pregnant with Stefan’s child, would the stubborn old men at home accept it?

The more Riya thought about it, the more she felt uncertain. She was really worried. If her family rejected, would she...fight with her family because of Stefan?

Stefan held her hands firmly. The warmth of the man’s hand quickly passed through her skin into her heart.

Riya subconsciously raised her head, her eyes filled with astonishment.

The man looked at her with burning eyes. She had never seen him in such a serious attitude.

His thin lips parted slightly as he calmly said, "Yes, they like me very much!" Riya’s family had taken him as their son-in-law long ago.

...

Riya looked at the man in front of her who was extremely confident.

She curled her lips slightly and said, "Confidence is a good thing.

"But arrogance was not good."

She didn’t think that her family would accept him just because they liked him.

"If they know that I am pregnant... You can’t tell them this."

Riya’s face turned cold as she warned Stefan aggressively.

She didn’t want to threaten her family with the baby in her belly.

If it was because she was pregnant that her family had to agree to marry her to Stefan, then her family would definitely be disappointed with her.

Stefan frowned, puzzled, "Why?"

He wondered whether she felt ashamed to be pregnant with his child.

Riya curled her lips and said, "Why? You are not allowed to tell them that I am pregnant. Also, if my family does not agree, don’t expect me to help you to persuade them. You have to work hard and let my family accept you."

If a man really loved a woman, he should not let the girl give up her family. Instead, he should work hard to earn his place in her family.

Riya thought that true love would give one the power to endure others’ misunderstandings and not require his lover to give up.

In any case, if her family disagreed, she would not make her family unhappy even if she was beaten to death.

In the worst case... she couldn’t get married for the rest of her life. Anyway, she could raise her child alone.

Having thought about this, Riya smiled. Well, this decision was very good, and it should be like this.

Stefan felt a lot more relaxed when he saw her frown and smile from time to time.

Ever since he was young, Riya was always so energetic in his eyes.

The expression on her face was always so rich. No one knew what she was thinking, which made people feel that she was always different from others.

Someone hurriedly ran out of the terminal and handed two business class tickets to Stefan.

The man tightened his grip on her hand. At this time, even if she wanted to escape, she could not.

Stefan’s voice rang in her ears. Riya was stunned. She heard him turn to look at her

and say, "It’s time. Don’t be afraid. I’m here. If Grandpa gets angry, it’s all my fault."

Riya was surprised. Before she could react, she was pulled into the airport by the man.

Looking at Stefan’s back, which she was extremely familiar with since she was a child, she could remember all the past with him.

She lowered her head and murmured, "It is about the two of them. Why should you take all the responsibilities?"

The booming sound of the plane flew over her head, swallowing all the muttering in her mouth.

It wasn’t until the plane landed in Far City that Riya was terrified.

Far City was snowing. The night enveloped the entire Far City. The white snowflakes were entangled with the city’s neon lights.

She blinked and felt the snowflakes falling on her eyelashes with a cool chill.

A male coat with warmth enveloped her entire body. Only her fair and innocent face could be seen.

Riya hesitated for a moment and struggled to say, "Why did you give me your coat? It’s so cold outside."

"Just because it’s so cold that I gave it to you. What if you catch a cold?" Stefan said.

The man stared at her. His face, which had always been unsmiling, carried the seriousness and persistence like he used to, "Put it on. Take care."

Perhaps it had been many years afterward that Riya gradually understood what the sparkling thing in Stefan’s eyes meant.

That was love, love, and love from his true heart.

She muttered reluctantly, "I’m not cold."

She had her own coat. The weather in Far City and River City was not much different.

The thick down jacket wrapped her into a penguin. The man’s clothes were wide and heavy, making her feel like she was about to be buried in his clothes.

Her hand had been held tightly by him.

Despite his thin clothes, the man’s hand was hot.

Riya blushed as she was dragged out of the airport.

She...was not a fragile woman.

It was just that the man’s clothes carried a faint smell of Cologne perfume, which was very distinctive. She had never felt that it smelled so good before.

Perhaps the smell was too familiar to her and she had been not even aware of it.

At this time, in the cold snow, she felt that the taste was sweet and refreshing.

It turned out that...his taste wasn’t too bad.

She smiled and looked at her hand.

She hid behind the man and followed him step by step like a pitiful baby.

If it was before, she would push this man away and walk in the front.

At this time, Riya felt that it was very good, very good to be held by someone!

Because it was already late by the time they arrived at the city, Riya did not return to her family directly. Instead, she followed Stefan to his villa in Far City.

Most of his properties were in River City, but in order to make it convenient in Far City, he bought a villa here.

It was not Riya’s first time living here, but this time, she felt a little different.

She could not help but frown and asked, "You don’t come here often. So you can buy an apartment, instead of a villa. It is a waste of money."

Stefan had quite a few businesses here.

Although Riya said this casually, she knew that Stefan was not in short of a house.

The villa’s value would increase.

Stefan said bluntly, "When we get married in the future, we still need a house. I know you don’t like to move around."

So this was also their wedding room?

When Riya heard this, she felt slightly uncomfortable.

In the past, she would retort.

But when she heard it today, she felt a little awkward and embarrassed. She coughed lightly and asked, "Did you buy all the clothes upstairs for me?"

Stefan nodded. Riya made a face and whispered, "I can’t wear them anymore."

"It doesn’t matter. What do you like? I’ll make it again according to your size."

Riya’s eyes opened wide and asked in surprise, "Those...were all made by you?"

However, they looked like the brands that she usually wore and did not seem to be custom-made.

A trace of awkwardness flashed through Stefan’s eyes. It was rare for him to be so uncertain. He said softly, "Some of them."

He could make clothes of simple styles, not those complicated ones. "I made all the nightgowns."

Because nightgowns were simple and easy to make and he was familiar with her size.

No wonder from the beginning, Riya felt the nightgowns were so comfortable.

It turned out that he had personally made them.

The corner of Riya’s mouth twitched, "You are the president of the River Group. Do you have so much free time?"

She was mused and thought, "You stop being a CEO and become a dressmaker, what a waste of talent!"