Lambert approached with slow, measured steps.
Yet Ariana heard him. She turned her head, her gaze settling on him.
Noticing his wife’s attention, Lambert’s lips curved into a smile. "Such telepathy. Did you miss me?" he teased, quickening his pace slightly. When he reached her side, his brow furrowed. "What brought on the sudden discomfort? Weren’t you just visiting your parents?"
Ariana’s expression remained indifferent. "Just an accident."
Lambert didn’t buy it for a second, but since she clearly didn’t want to elaborate, he let it drop.
His hand drifted gently over her abdomen, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "So well-behaved. Must be a girl." Back when she was carrying Lucian or the twins, they had been far more restless.
Ariana shot him a sidelong glance. "Or maybe a quiet boy."
Lambert narrowed his eyes. "I say it’s a girl."
With an exasperated sigh, Ariana turned away, her attention drifting back to the moonlight.
"What really happened?" Lambert pressed, his tone deceptively calm. "Did your mother say something?" Though he already had his suspicions.
Outwardly, his expression remained composed, but anyone who knew him well would recognize the simmering anger beneath the surface. When Lambert was truly furious, he was always at his most tranquil.
Ariana pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. Instead, she massaged her temples before meeting his gaze. "Close enough. But the real fault lies with you." If he hadn’t been such a magnet for admirers, none of this would have happened. The thought made her glare at him even more fiercely.
Lambert, the unwitting victim of her ire, wore an expression of pure innocence. "Me? That’s unfair. I haven’t done a thing, and yet you’re pinning it all on me. I protest. You can’t slander your daughter’s father right in front of her."
Ariana scoffed. "Oh? So you never had a first love? Never had a string of lovers?"
Lambert froze for a moment.
Frowning, he turned to Ariana and asked, "Why bring this up all of a sudden? What did your mother say to you?"
Ariana replied, "She advised me to divorce you and... to get rid of the baby."
Lambert fell silent. Then, a cold glint flickered in his eyes. "Oh?" he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. He hadn’t expected his mother-in-law to have such nerve.
Ariana smirked. "Well? Feeling thrilled?"
Lambert shot her a sidelong glance before flicking her forehead lightly. "You know exactly why I acted the way I did before. As for Irene... how did your mother even get involved with her?" His sharp mind had already pinpointed the crux of the matter.
Naturally, Ariana wouldn’t have casually mentioned a past relationship to her mother. He knew her too well—she wasn’t the type to dwell on petty jealousy.
Clearly, his dear mother-in-law had cooked this up herself. But pushing for a divorce and an abortion? Now that was interesting. Someone must be pulling her strings from behind.
Lambert’s intellect was razor-sharp. Without needing Ariana to spell it out, he had pieced together the entire scenario.
Afterward, Lambert stayed by Ariana's side for a long while. Ever since the pregnancy, their alone time had dwindled drastically—something he was determined to make up for now. He conveniently ignored the private doctor's suggestion that she could recuperate at home.
Ariana chuckled but indulged him. Though if she were honest, she secretly craved this time with him, too.
The couple was enjoying a rare moment of alone time. Lambert was doing his best to amuse Ariana, telling her amusing stories with vivid expressions. He painted a picture of their future life together, saying that once their son Lucian reached his twenties and could take over the company, he would hand the reins to him, and the two of them could finally live their own private life.
Ariana found it rather amusing.
From time to time, she chimed in with her own thoughts. Like now, when she lifted her gaze and said, "Hmm, are you sure?" This wasn’t some novel where the male lead would abandon his empire or status for love. In real life, no one willingly gave up power.
Lambert blinked playfully. "Don’t worry about money. Before I step down, I’ll transfer all the funds away. Our life together will be secure, no matter what."
Ariana: "…" The thought of their son inheriting nothing but an empty shell suddenly made her feel a pang of sympathy for the boy.
As amusing as it was, she knew all too well that Lambert was entirely capable of doing exactly that.
Seeing Ariana’s mood brighten, Lambert’s smile deepened. Gazing at her, he suddenly asked, "What do you think about checking the baby’s gender? We still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl."
Two months along—it should be about time.
Ariana twitched her lips. "What? Would you reject it if it’s a boy?"

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