Chapter 73—

Lexie sat by the table, eyes glaring daggers at the glass of water along with the tiny white pill Zheme laid before her. Who told him she wanted her morning sickness gone? Who told him she wanted to take her pills? And who told him she wanted to see him so early in the damn morning? That's right, nobody did, so why was he seated before her, a blank look on his face, hands clasped under his chin. "I already made breakfast, take your pills and then let's eat." "No." Zheme tilted his head, confusion invading his obsidian eyes. "Why not?" "Because..." Lexie trailed off, shoving the glass of water aside. "You can't tell me what to do." "I'm not trying to control you Lexie, but it's important that you take your pil—" "You are, you always do and I'm not listening to you anymore." Sighing, Zheme pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. He was getting tired of this now, all this woman did was annoy him like the god damn pest she was. Instead of just forgiving him, all she wanted to do was