Alaric's lips curved into a satisfied arc, and he straightened up.

Sure enough, it works best to get the stubborn woman to tell the truth.

Hearing her say in person that she and Caleb have nothing, I suddenly felt a great mood.

The fingers still clung to Diana's earlobe, not only satisfied with her answer but also feeling an inexplicable sense of achievement because they had discovered a very interesting secret, like signing a contract worth billions.

He found that her ears were more sensitive than he had imagined.

By rubbing, he could clearly see her face, little by little, tinged with a beautiful pink.

She probably didn't even notice it herself.

The alluring blush on his face stirred up the heat in his lower abdomen and the restlessness in his lips and tongue.

He began to regret that for more than three years, he had only regarded her as a tool forced upon him by his grandfather for reproduction, and thus rebelled and refrained from touching her, even finding it annoying to look at her.

And she had been as well-behaved as a sheep, with no presence at all.

Until she stood barefoot at the table and provocatively questioned him, "Don't you even dare to divorce?"

That moment --

She was like a little female leopard, always ready to expose her sharp claws and teeth, and that was why she shone.

And from that moment on --

He found it so interesting to conquer her.

Only, he didn't forget that she was still ill.

He was afraid that if he didn't let go, he would be unable to resist taking her here and hurting her.

It was the first time he was concerned about a woman's feelings.

The warm water, steaming hot, hit them on the head and fluttered like diamonds in the light.

Diana gave him a push and said in a harsh tone, "Get out!" I'll do it myself."

Alaric didn't insist. He took a dry towel and went out to wipe his hair.

Diana felt a bit suffocated, not knowing whether she had recovered from her illness or because of the confined space, and this uncomfortable feeling improved a little after she left.

She quickly took off her clothes and slid down into the bathtub, the warm water soaking her body, which had been frozen by the cold wind at the door, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

......

Alaric simply changed into a bathrobe and went into the study.

David followed, carrying a small plastic bag in his hand, and put it on the table:

"Master, Ian said this is the medicine you want."

Alaric glanced and saw folic acid written on the box packaging.

It was he who asked Ian to prescribe folic acid for pregnancy preparation.

Hearing the medicine and remembering something, he took out a small brown bottle of the medicine from his pocket and held it between his fingers.

A thin, cursive script could be faintly seen on the brown glass bottle, which was the House of Grant's special mark.

"Has Ian been here?"

"Just gone, shall I go and get him back?" With his master's tacit consent, David chased after him.

Ian had just stepped out of the door when he was caught up. When he entered the study, Master Night was staring blankly at the medicine bottle, which was very delicate. Although it was made of glass, it looked better than the quality of an ordinary medicine bottle.

Under the light, the bottle was transparent, as if it were a work of art.

"Mr. Alaric."

Contact President Rowan to arrange a physical examination for tomorrow.

"... "Well," he knew Caleb would come to the estate in the evening. Caleb was the living sign of St. Andrew's Hospital, and the Warsaw dignitaries would have to wait for a year or so to get an exclusive number.

He personally took Diana's pulse in the evening and said that she was too weak to be pregnant at the moment and needed to be treated for three to six months.

The diagnosis sounds flawless, but now the young master bypasses Caleb and directly asks him to contact Caleb's father, Director Rowan, for a re-examination?

It's clear that he doesn't believe Caleb's diagnosis!

This has become rather subtle.

If Caleb's diagnosis in the evening is correct, that's a matter of course, after all Dr. Caleb's medical skills are well known.

If there is a mistake, not only Caleb himself will be slapped in the face, but also St. John's Hospital will be affected...

Ian had a rough idea in his mind and looked up to see Alaric open the medicine bottle and pour all the medicine into the empty trash can.

Then he poured all the folic acid into the small brown bottle.

Is that?

Ian had doubts in his mind but dared not inquire.

I saw that the young master Night seemed to remember something again and picked up a pill from the trash can just now: "Take it for testing. I'll know the result in three days."

Ian took a tissue, carefully wrapped the pill in it, said yes and then withdrew.

Alaric put the bottle back in his pocket, picked up the remaining folic acid and headed for the bedroom.

Diana was already in her bath, half-reclining in bed, with the servant beside her holding a tray, and it was time to take the medicine, a bowl of brown Chinese herbal medicine with a bitter taste.

Diana frowned slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alaric come in. She quickly drank the medicine in one gulp and finally sipped the sugar water to suppress the bitterness.

A series of actions were seen, and seeing that she was finally willing to take the medicine, Alaric rolled up his lips and threw the thing in his hand to her: "Eat this too."

The small package was thrown over the quilt and the white bottle of the medicine rolled out. Diana looked down and quickly saw the word "folic acid", frowning: "Dr. Caleb said I'm weak and not suitable for pregnancy in the short term."

"Folic acid should be taken three months in advance."

Diana's heart gave a jolt. Not to mention whether she was suitable for pregnancy at the moment, what made her anxious was that Alaric didn't seem to be trying to hide his obsession with having a baby.

It's serious!

"You know I don't want to have a baby."

"You have no choice."

"I have no choice, but you do. There are more people who want to be Mr. Alaric's wife than there are fish crossing the river, and there are more people willing to have children for you than the Warsaw line can be filled. Why must it be me?"

"Because you are Mr. And Mrs. Alaric, it is your responsibility."

"Mr. And Mrs. Alaric is just a tool for reproduction. Why don't you pick one that can be born for you right now?"

"Don't try to test my patience. Set aside time tomorrow afternoon and I'll have someone pick you up to the hospital."

"To the hospital?

"Do you think I really believe Caleb's nonsense?" Alaric raised his chin: "I'll have Dean Rowan examine you himself."

"Since I don't trust Dr. Caleb, I suggest changing to another hospital."

"Pour a glass of water for the young lady and teach me?" The servant was so frightened that he kept withdrawing. Alaric, seemingly casually, threw the bottle of medicine in his pocket into the drawer of the bedside table: "Shengde Hospital has the most advanced medical equipment. The people are not good, but the equipment is good."

Great! One person is not good, but the equipment is great! Diana pulled the blanket tighter quietly. Caleb said she wasn't unfit for pregnancy because she was weak, but because of a new toxin.

They wouldn't have detected the new toxin without Caleb. Instead, they would have found Caleb 'misdiagnosed'...

There's too much to do here, and she doesn't want Caleb to do her so much and end up in a lot of trouble...

So she must not go for the physical examination!

Diana's eyes followed Alaric and quickly recognized that the medicine Alaric had put in the drawer was the one Caleb had given her that night.

Sure enough, Alaric took the medicine away by kiss...

Pretending not to see, as if nothing had happened, he opened folic acid, took one tablet, took the water handed over by the servant, and swallowed the medicine.

The servants, knowing their own way, all left.

Alaric pulled away a corner of the quilt, and as he got into bed, the mattress sank, and Diana's heart sank.

It was the first time they had slept awake together since their marriage.

The smell of the medicine she had just taken was fading away, and the air was quickly taken over by a masculine scent. She turned her head and saw the man leaning sideways and propped his head up to look at her, as lazy as if looking at a pet.

"Intending to sleep sitting down? Your habits are very special."

"I have more special habits that I'm afraid will affect Mr. Alaric's sleep quality."

"Such as?" Alaric's fingers were already wrapped around her hair, and she found him increasingly fond of playing with her hair and earlobes.

Suppressing the urge to knock off his hand, she said:

"I'll grind my teeth, snore, talk in my sleep, and sleepwalk."