"You, wouldn't be..."
Stopping by her side, Rowdy Brightwill looked at her with a strange expression, his gaze focusing on her hand that inadvertently rested on her abdomen.
Rowdy Brightwill was a meticulous person.
And he had a habit of paying attention to Flossie Wright.
So naturally, he could sense the clues.
And such a thing happening to the married Flossie Wright seemed somewhat plausible.
"Yeah."
Putting her hand back in her pocket, Flossie Wright responded indifferently, as if she were talking about a trivial matter, not particularly bothered.
Rowdy Brightwill, who had only been suspicious, widened his eyes as soon as he heard her casual response.
After a moment, Rowdy Brightwill calmed himself and curiously asked, "Does he know?"
"No."
After speaking, Flossie Wright walked in the direction of the other two.
Rowdy Brightwill continued to follow by her side, his expression peculiar and somewhat inexplicable.
Even he couldn't quite describe how he felt.
