"If you weren't pregnant, I'd really want…"
His gaze fell on her belly, and he suddenly wore a chilling smile, which frightened Sienna Johnson.
This man was not the child's biological father; he wasn't like Adrian Desmond, restraining himself and being extremely careful, fearing he might hurt the child.
"Being in bed with a pregnant woman—just thinking about it is thrilling."
"Playing with a corpse is even more thrilling. Want to try?"
Sienna bravely returned his gaze. At this moment, she was resolved to perish together with the man before her.
The child is my life. Whoever dares to hurt my child, I'll fight them to the death!
"Sienna, I was just joking earlier. Why did you take it seriously?… I won't hurt you!" He reached out to her, but Sienna stepped back, rejection and caution in her eyes.
He withdrew his hand, placing both by his sides, looking earnest and honest. "Alright, you don't like jokes. I won't joke with you anymore."
