Ca threw Yelena over her shoulder, causing thetter to let out a shrill scream, embarrassing herself in the process.


    A security guard rushed over. Perhaps thest incident at the police station had frightened them, as the Klein sisters were much more subdued this time.


    They immediately apologized and begged for forgiveness, acting pitifully as if they had been bullied. The onlookers around them began murmuring amongst themselves.


    Quickly assessing the situation, the security guard noticed that Be was the recently announced "Mrs. Miller".


    Looking at her pregnant belly, he respectfully asked, "Mrs. Miller, would you like us to report this incident to the police?"


    Be nced at the time. She didn''t have the energy to deal with the Klein sisters. Moreover, Yelena had already been thrown hard enough by Ca, and it wasn''t like Yelena wasn''t hurt.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    Deciding to let it go, Be took a step back, packed up the desserts she''d ordered, and left, as staying there to eat was no longer an option.


    Although the Klein sisters'' actions did not physically harm Be, they left a psychological scar.


    It felt like a ticking time bomb had been nted in her mind, ready to explode at any moment. If nothing else, it served as a wake-up call.


    Yelena wasn''t entirely wrong either. As long as Dominic did not marry her, she would remain in the shadows. The current peace she had now was just an illusion.


    Be had once been indifferent to things like status and reputation, but with a child on the way, she couldn''t afford to let history repeat itself. She didn''t want her child to grow up being called names like "bastard" or "illegitimate". Previously, when nothing had been made public, Be could keep things under wraps.


    Now that everyone knew, things had spiraled out of her control. Escaping from Dominic with her child was no longer an option. Her only way out of her mess was to find a way to force Dominic to marry her.


    The problem was that everything she had done until now contradicted what she needed. She would need to go against her instincts and true feelings. She had been hesitant, but a timely kick from the baby in her belly tipped the scales in her heart.


    By the time she got home, Be had already made up her mind. As she walked through the door, she instructed Ca, "Can you ask Dominic if he''sing home for dinner tonight?"


    Ca seemed a little surprised as Be rarely took the initiative to talk about Dominic. Still, she didn''t ask any other questions.


    After calling Dominic, Ca returned, looking awkward. She said, "Mr. Miller said he''ll be hometer to rest,


    but he won''t be able to join you for dinner as he''s busy."


    Be pressed her lips together. "That''s fine. I''ll call him myselfter. In the meantime, you can prepare the ingredients. I''ll cook tonight."


    In the afternoon, Be called


    Dominic. He didn''t answer, as he was likely busy. So, she sent him a message instead. "Do you have ns tonight? Is it important? m cooking dinner. Will youe home?"


    on


    About ten minutester, he replied with just one word, "Alright."


    That single word was enough to make Be sigh in relief. It was just the first step, and she couldn''t let her guard down.


    Due to her current state, she couldn''tpare to a young and sexy woman like Gloriana.


    Who would willingly choose a pregnant woman unless they had a peculiar preference? She knew she needed to work hard to seed.


    While Be cooked, Ca stayed by her side, assisting the entire time.


    At exactly 6:00 pm, Dominic walked through the door, and the food just so happened to be done. So far, everything had gone smoothly-almost too smoothly. Dominic seemed uninterested in letting the dishes sit and cool as he didn''t bother showering first.


    Instead, he simply washed his hands and sat at the dining table, his eyes scanning the spread of dishes thoughtfully.


    Be handed him his fork and


    spoon. He didn''t immediately take them as he looked up at her, his gaze calm and unreadable. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.


    en


    Remembering his obsession with cleanliness, Be quickly reassured him, "I washed my hands thoroughly. They''re very clean."


    Only then did he reach out and take the cutlery. "You didn''t poison the food, did you? What''s with this sudden enthusiasm? What are you nning?"