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    I listened with rapt attention, my hand instinctively resting on my slightly rounded belly. A cocktail of confusion and anxiety bubbled within me.


    Preparing for this child, particrly with the looming risks to my health, felt overwhelming.


    Yet, the notion that this child might be my only living blood rtive left me in a quandary about whether to keep it.


    “Your Highness.”


    The instructor’s respectful and surprised address jolted me from my thoughts.


    I looked up in shock to see Bryan stepping into the ssroom. What was he doing here?


    I gaped as Bryan walked over and plopped down next to me without ceremony. “As the father, knowing you’re attending this course, I felt it was my duty to oversee,” he said casually.


    I rolled my eyes at his nonchnce.


    The instructor, flustered by Bryan’s unexpected presence, hurriedly sped through the lesson, clearly anxious about making any missteps.


    Despite my best efforts to concentrate, Bryan’s mere presence felt like an invisible weight pressing down on me, impossible to ignore.


    It wasn’t long before Bryan slyly reached under the table and began to tease my hand.


    I jumped, instinctively trying to pull away, but Bryan’s grip was firm.


    “How have you been feelingtely?” Bryan whispered into my ear.


    I replied tersely, “Thanks to you, I’m not dead yet.”


    His face fell, and he reproached me, “Try to speak more positively.”


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    I huffed, choosing to ignore him.


    Bryan extended his hand slowly to my abdomen, his fingertips stroking it with a gentleness that made his voice tender. “It’s incredible to think there’s a little life growing inside you.”


    My cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and irritation. How could Bryan be so brazen in front of the instructor? I tried to push him away to create some distance, but he was relentless, inching closer once more.


    His warm hands began to wander toward my chest. His fingers traced delicate circles and pinched asionally, causing my nipples to harden in response. Bryan showed no sign of stopping, continuing to tease me.


    Embarrassment and anger surged through me, and I desperately grabbed his wrist. Bryan seemed unfazed, his voice dripping with a teasing tone as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. His other hand made its way to the space between my legs, where his fingertips eagerly explored my entrance, kneading mybia with a mix of curiosity and mischief.


    My heartbeat quickened, almost spiraling out of control. “Mm… you…” I nearly gasped, my voice a strained whisper as I tried to warn him, “There’s someone else here!”


    Bryan’s breath tickled my ear as he murmured, his voice a blend of temptation and longing, “But it’s been ages since I felt you. I can barely hold myself back.”


    Smack!


    That was the breaking point. I pped his hand away with a swift, decisive motion. The sharp crack of the p echoed through the room, making the instructor pause mid-lesson.


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