Love Is a Sweet Addiction

When Anne returned home, she immediately browsed online to find the paternity testing method. She found that even the amniotic fluid was not needed. The blood of the pregnant woman would make it.

After deciding to do it, she took James’s routine samples and prepared to go out early in the morning.

When she passed by on the first floor and saw Amanda sitting on the sofa watching TV, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Then she respectfully said, “Mom, didn’t you go out to play cards?”

“I’ll go in the afternoon.” Amanda looked at her who was dressed up. “What for? You want to go out again?”

“Yes, my grandma is unwell. I’ll go back and see her.” Anne smiled and unconsciously gripped the satchel in her hand tightly.

Inside were samples of James. It would be bad if Amanda found it.

“Get the driver to take you there. Be careful.”

“I will. Thank you, Mom.” She breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing why she felt so guilty, as if the baby in her belly were really someone else’s.

The more suspicious she was, the more she felt that it was real. It seemed that she had to get the results out as soon as possible.

However, the doctor told her that it would take at least six days to do the paternity test normally. Even if it was urgent, it would take at least three days.

Anne was a little anxious, “Can it be a little faster? I want to get the result as soon as possible.”

The doctor glanced at her, “I’m sorry. If you’re not free, we can mail the result, but it can’t be faster anymore.”

Anne had no choice but to nod.

There was no way to make it faster, so it seemed that she would not eat or sleep for another three days.

…

In the morning, Esther called out to Maria three times, but there was no response. She got up and walked to the kitchen suspiciously. Maria was actually in the kitchen.

“Maria.” She raised her voice and called her again.

Maria was shocked. She turned around and said somewhat uncomfortably, “Miss Esther, did you call me? Sorry, the sound of the water was too loud. I didn’t hear you.”

“That’s OK. I just wanted to ask if you saw the new magazine I bought yesterday.”

“Oh, I put it in the drawer. I’ll get it for you.” Maria put down the vegetables in her hand and turned around towards the living room.

“Terence is busy with work today. He won’t come back to eat. You can cook less.”

“Really? Is Mr. Terence not coming back to eat?”

“Yes, he has just sent me a message.”

“Alright. I’ll cook less.” Maria smiled at her.

After the food was ready, Esther thought that she couldn’t finish it by herself, so she invited Maria to eat with her. Maria quickly said, “Thanks, but the rules can’t be broken. Miss Esther, take your time to eat.”

“There are no rules. Besides, there is no one else here.” Esther said.

Maria refused to eat firmly, so Esther let her get off work as usual.

After Maria left, Esther looked at the time and thought Terence should be eating takeout at this time. She took out her phone and showed him all the dishes on the table.

This was the request that Terence had previously made. Terence asked Esther to use her phone to show him the dishes before she ate every day.

In fact, the menu was written by Terence. It was really superfluous to do that. However, since he was so considerate, Esther was willing to cooperate. It was just a little fun in their lives. It felt quite good.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

After the video was sent, Terence quickly replied, “The dishes look pretty good. You can eat them now.”

“Thank you for your agreement. Then I will eat them.” Esther replied and picked up her chopsticks to eat with a smile.

After dinner, Esther took a bath and lay on the sofa watching TV. She waited for Terence to come back but fell asleep.

Once Terence came back, he saw her sleeping with her body leaning against the sofa. He frowned slightly and stepped forward to pick up the blanket on the armrest of the sofa to cover her.

Although his movements were very light, Esther was still awakened by him. A smile climbed up her dazed face. “You are back. Did you have supper?”

“You should ask me if I have eaten midnight snacks.” Terence corrected.

Esther glanced at the time on the wall. “It’s ten o’clock. I have slept so long?”

“Without a quilt,” Terence added.

Esther smiled in embarrassment. “I was watching TV and fell asleep accidentally.”

“Don’t be so muddle-headed next time.”

“Alright.” Esther sized him up. “Have you eaten midnight snacks yet?”

“Yes.” Terence placed the plastic bag in his hand on the table. “These snacks are for you.”

“What kind of snacks?” When Esther heard that he had actually brought her midnight snacks, she immediately used her hand to untie the bag on the table. When she saw the several kinds of snacks inside, her face lit up with joy. She looked up at him. “Thank you, Terence. Desserts of this brand are my favorite. But why is there no chocolate?”

Terence frowned. “Pregnant women should eat less chocolate. Have you forgotten?”

“Really?” Esther picked up a piece of pastry, took a bite, and chuckled, “Isn’t it true that pregnant women should eat more chocolate, and the baby will like to laugh more in the future?”

“I don’t know if the baby will like to laugh, but the chocolate indeed contains a small amount of caffeine, so you should eat less,” Terence said seriously.

“Alright. I won’t eat it anymore.” Esther used a fork to put a piece into his mouth. “Each of the desserts of this brand tastes good. Come on. Have a try.”

Terence did not like to eat snacks, and this box of snacks was also specially bought for her, but since she had already put it into his mouth, he could only open his mouth to have it with respect.

“Is it delicious?”

“I have eaten it before.”

“Is it delicious or not?”

“Not bad.” Terence didn’t want to disturb her good mood and nodded.

With his approval, Esther was happier to eat. After all, the snacks were things she liked.

“Take your time. I’m going to take a shower.” Terence raised his hand to remove a small pastry from the corner of her mouth and stood up from the sofa, naturally and deftly.

Esther was warmed by his small action. She watched him as he walked into the bedroom. She raised her voice and said, “Thank Terence for your midnight snacks. I like them very much. So does our baby!”

Terence stopped and turned to stare at her. “Are you sure you want to keep calling me that whether outside or at home?”

Esther said nothing.

‘He doesn’t like my calling him Terence? Then what should I call him? Call him Mr. Terence like others? Terence? Or husband…?’

After thinking about it, Esther couldn’t get used to calling him husband shortly, so she decided to call him by his given name.