The man's crisp mint fragrance was replaced by the scent of rose perfume, and even though it was mixed with alcohol, Nan Wan still caught the rich sweetness.
When he leaned down to kiss her, she evasively turned away, facing her back to him, and said lightly, "Go wash up, the perfume smell isn't comfortable for a pregnant woman."
No explanation, no cover-up—did he really think she wouldn't mind anything?
Mu Jin Huan's deep black eyes paused for a moment but quickly returned to calm as his hand vulnerably reached out to turn her back over, moving with great gentleness.
His voice was gentle and low, "Clients from the United States, I couldn't avoid the dinner after the meeting, sitting in a private room, it's inevitable to get a bit of it on me."
Nan Wan looked at the man's sharp, handsome face, ice slowly seeping into her heart, though outwardly she showed no trace of difference.
