Chapter 1257 - 1253: Feeling Sorry for the Young Master

About a month later, Eva Miller felt obvious changes in her body, identical to when she first got pregnant.

However, fearing any accidents, she decided to go to the hospital for a check-up before telling Luke Land the news.

"So, I’m really pregnant?" Eva held the report in her hand, filled with joy. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.

"Miss Miller, absolutely," the doctor confirmed.

"You all better not mess up this time. Last time, they got the test results wrong..." Eva was still a bit uneasy.

The doctor reassured her repeatedly, almost swearing on their life.

Alright, Eva believed them. After returning home, she waited and waited until it got dark, but Luke Land hadn’t come back yet.

Thinking it over, she decided to call him, eager to share the news.

But in a coincidence, as soon as she took out her phone, Luke Land suddenly appeared at the hall entrance.

"You’re back!" Eva ran over excitedly, raising her head as she reached him.

"What’s got you so happy?" He liked to pinch her cheeks, and Eva didn’t avoid it. After he finished, she spoke seriously, "Luke Land, I’m pregnant."

"Really?" He stared in surprise for two seconds before pulling her into his arms.

"Little Chili, are you not kidding me?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Eva huffed twice, "I’ve got your son in my belly, it’s genuine."

Luke Land picked her up horizontally and headed to the master bedroom upstairs.

"No, no, no, tonight we can’t do that again!" She instinctively exclaimed.

"I know."

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Ever since the Young Madam got pregnant, the servants in the villa found themselves with nothing to do; Luke Land took care of everything for Eva Miller personally, from meals to baths to sleep. He couldn’t wait to be by her side all the time.

"Luke Land, I want you to drink the broth with me."

"Alright."

"Eh, what’s this? It looks disgusting, quickly take it away, quickly take it away..." Eva pointed at the only dish on the table that wasn’t sour.

"Young Madam, this isn’t for you; it’s for the young master." The butler stood by, trembling cautiously. Recently, it seemed that the Young Madam didn’t like anything except sour food, not even on the table. Alas, poor young master had to endure a mouthful of sour every meal. Feeling sorry for the young master, the butler had specially added a dish today, but soon after it was placed on the table, the Young Madam called it disgusting.

"Take it away." Luke Land handed the dish to the butler.

"Young master, can you still have meals?"

Several days ago, didn’t you have a private doctor look at your teeth?

Luke Land hesitated for a moment, finally nodding under Eva Miller’s eager gaze.

"I think all these dishes taste pretty good." He lied through his teeth.

"Mm, indeed, you understand me the best..." Eva was completely oblivious to Luke Land’s silent suffering, continuously piling sour food into his bowl...

"Little Chili, you really love me..."

"Of course, good stuff needs to be shared." She was feeling sweet inside, completely missing the ironic undertone.

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