My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

Chapter 810: Chapter 800: Exposed

Cole O’Connell’s eyebrows remained unmoved, but out of the corner of his eye, he always caught a glimpse of Yulia O’Connell’s expression, and he could hear every word she said clearly.

Melody Thorne thought of that man who had hit her car last time, and for some reason, always felt his mind was too deep compared to Cole O’Connell.

"You’ve been pregnant for so long, why isn’t your belly getting bigger?" Yulia O’Connell stared at her belly with a hint of amazement. "I’ve seen others with such big bellies after getting pregnant."

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly gestured with her hands.

"Snort, you’re talking about the time when you’re nine months pregnant and about to give birth, that’s when it gets that big. I’m only three months pregnant now, of course, it’s not that big yet, but it’s already a bit obvious, sometimes she even moves."

"Really? Let me feel." Yulia O’Connell curiously touched her belly, and it was already noticeably protruding. The little one inside seemed to feel someone touching, and mischievously moved a bit.

"She really moves!" Yulia O’Connell exclaimed, drawing the attention of people around them, including the reporters guarding both sides of the stage at the front.

Melody Thorne’s face quickly changed, placing Yulia O’Connell’s hand on her belly, "Really, I can feel it too, she’s really moving, and quite a lot."

Yulia O’Connell "..."

"Yes, she’s always so naughty, I wonder if she will be a little mischief once she’s out."

"No, no, she should be just like you," Melody Thorne propped her chin with one hand, suppressing her laughter.

"Hehehe..."

Cole O’Connell’s sharp gaze flicked over Yulia O’Connell’s belly, inserting himself into the conversation, "I hope she’s like you."

Yulia O’Connell "... Heh."

They sleep together every day, they haven’t even done that kind of thing, how could they have a child!

She wouldn’t bear his child either.

Yulia O’Connell lifted her gaze and out of the corner of her eye suddenly caught the silhouette of a man. His injuries had healed, and now he looked at Yulia O’Connell with a wounded expression, watching her touch her belly while giggling beside Cole O’Connell.

Nathan Knight’s temple veins were pounding.

Cole O’Connell placed one arm casually over Yulia O’Connell’s shoulder, silently asserting his dominion.

Melody Thorne bit her lip, the attention of the reporters at the front had successfully shifted, she had almost just exposed her pregnancy.

"When are you planning to take wedding photos and get married?" Yulia O’Connell smartly lowered her voice this time, her body deliberately leaning back to avoid the man staring at her from the main entrance.

She didn’t want to get entangled anymore, too tired, and didn’t want to drag Nathan Knight into it any longer.

"I plan to do it after giving birth, I can’t even fit into form-fitting dresses right now, it wouldn’t look good in a wedding dress. I haven’t held a wedding yet, I want it to be beautiful, so that matter has been postponed," Melody Thorne said, nudging Yulia O’Connell with her arm. "Would you be my bridesmaid then?"

"Sure, but I’m afraid I might overshadow you."

"I’m obviously way prettier than you."

The two women laughed and chatted as they waited for the auction to start.

"Second Young Master?" Someone suddenly spoke from behind.

Melody Thorne turned around to see Titus Quinn also arriving, accompanied by a woman.

"What’s going on with Leon Rivers, how come he invited the Earl but also invited Titus Quinn? Oh wait, it should be Nathan Quinn now."

"Don’t wish for things from me, I didn’t even send out invitations," Leon Rivers suddenly inserted a remark from somewhere, holding a wine glass as he approached Titus Quinn, "Second Young Master, what brings you out here today?"