Have I Told You Lately

Such a belly couldn't be the result of overeating.

Next second, Kenneth stood up and said something to Johnson and others on the table, after which he strode towards the bathroom.

Rachel trotted into the bathroom, but she couldn't puke anything, which made her a bit feeble.

After the pregnancy, she couldn't even smell anything fishy.

Rachel washed her face, but as she was looking up, she saw from the mirror that Kenneth was standing behind her. He was staring at her, making the air full of tension.

Rachel acted like she didn't see him, cleaned her hands with tissue and turned around, trying to walk pass him.

"Rachel." Kenneth grasped her hand tightly, "I need an explanation."

"Mr. Kenneth, what are you talking about?" Rachel felt her grasped wrist getting hot but still pretended to be calm, "I ate too much just now..." Kenneth interjected, "Overeating is not like this."

His eyes were too sharp, almost making Rachel shudder. Now that she couldn't break away, she confessed in a cool voice, "Yes, I am pregnant." The air was frozen. Kenneth kept staring at her, but his gaze was getting more complicated.

"It is less than a month and a half." Rachel knew from his eyes that as long as she told the truth, he would have the baby aborted.

Rachel looked up at Kenneth, sneering, "You don't need to doubt my words. You were so shrewd during our marriage. How could it be yours?"

Kenneth didn't say anything and just stared at Rachel.

Seconds ago, Kenneth still felt complicated about Rachel's pregnancy. He didn't know how to welcome this little life into the world. But now Rachel was telling him that the baby wasn't his, which made him feel restless and agitated.

At the end, Kenneth loosened his hand and said, "Well, then congratulations."

With that, he turned around and left.

As the bathroom door was closed, Rachel couldn't hold out any longer and squatted down with her hands covering her belly.

As long as she could keep the baby, she was willing to do anything.

Rachel's morning sickness was getting more and more intense. Sometimes she ran to bathroom in the middle of nights. Finally, Theresa noticed her condition.

Theresa asked seriously, "Are you pregnant?"

Rachel nodded. Theresa's face darkened, followed by a deep, long sigh.

Though Osmond regularly brought Monica to their house, Theresa could see that Rachel had no feeling for him. Besides, Rachel and Kenneth just got divorced, so the baby must be Kenneth's.

"Mum, I can feel it growing inside me. It is a little life." Rachel stroked her belly softly, "I want to raise him by myself and give him everything I can afford."

"Did you think about the future?"

Rachel smiled and comforted her mother, "Mum, I earn ten thousands of money a month. Besides, I can get promotions and earn more in the future. Are you afraid that I can't support you and your grandchild? Theresa patted Rachel's hand and said nothing, which was a gesture of approval.

On Sunday, Rachel went to see Monica, and Osmond was home, too.

Osmond found a nanny for Monica, but he would stay home to accompany her as long as he was free.

Osmond handed Rachel two cruise tickets and said, "I won a small prize. You don't look well recently. Why not have a vocation and hang out with a friend?"

"Five days and four nights in Japan?" Rachel found the suggestion attractive, but Lillian would rather stay at home instead of going out with her.

Monica came to see what it was.

Rachel smiled, "My friend isn't free. How about we go together? Monica must want to have a trip to Japan, too.”

Indeed, she didn't feel well recently. The trip might be good to the baby.

Osmond nodded, "Okay then."

After asking for a leave, Rachel, Osmond and Monica got on the cruise to Japan.

It was said a rich Japanese had custom-made the cruise. With 12 floors in total, the cruise was equipped with swimming pool, dance hall and golf course. It was like a paradise.

Rachel's room was on the eighth floor and next to the dance hall. Afraid that the music might influence her baby, she went to the reception desk and wanted to upgrade her room to a suite on the eleventh floor. Aware of her intention, the receptionist answered with pity, "Sorry, Ms., Only VIP customers can enjoy upgradation service."

"Then how can I get a VIP card?"

"Sorry, our VIP cards are limited. But if your friend has VIP membership, you can share his or hers."

Rachel supported her waist with hands. This nonsense made her tired both physically and mentally.

She just wanted a more comfortable place to stay. Why was it so hard?!

After the fruitless conversation, Rachel began walking back. However, at this moment, she saw Kenneth coming in wearing a wind coat.

He didn't notice Rachel and walked straight to the reception desk before handing in a card and saying, "Upgrade my room to a suite."

"OK, please wait a minute." the receptionist took the card and began operating the computer.

Thinking about the baby, Rachel turned around without hesitation and begged Kenneth, "Can you lend your VIP card to me so that I can have an upgradation, too?"

About 170cm tall, normally Rachel stood out in women. But in front of Kenneth, she still looked short.

Kenneth looked down at her indifferently and ignored her.

Rachel felt anger filling her body.

After all, they were once married. But this man wouldn't even lend her his card. How cruel!

Rachel casted her eyes heavenward and grasped the money on the desk before heading off furiously.

The receptionist finished the operation and handed the card back to him. But Kenneth didn't take it, instead he said, "Make an upgradation for the lady standing here before and said it was free. But only she can check in that room."

Rachel was carrying a baby, before he could figure out if the baby was his, he needed to take good care of them. After all, her room was indeed too close to the dance hall, which would affect their sleep. When Osmond knew that only VIP customers could enjoy upgradation, he began making some calls.

Half an hour later, the manager came.

Handing the room card to Rachel, the manager smiled, "Ms. Rachel, congratulations. You are the 100th lucky star of our cruise, so we would like to upgrade your room to a suite." "Really?" Rachel took the card and felt like dreaming.

Later when the manager informed her that only she could check in that suite, Rachel understood what was going on. But she said nothing and brought Monica with her.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐