For a long time, he paced back and forth before the bedroom entrance. With a quiet exhale, Liam finally knocked.
"Come in," a weak voice said, muffled by the wooden door.
Liam pushed the door open. The room was rather dark, lit only by a single oil lamp.
Inside, Yusha sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap. He looked smaller somehow, fragile in a way Liam had never noticed before. Was it because he had learned that this man now carried a life in him, like any other omegas?
This man was the kind of servant who never complained to his master—one of the rare people who silently obeyed his every order.
Yusha turned, his eyes widening when he saw who it was.
"Lord Liam…" Yusha's voice trembled, his posture stiffening. "I-I didn't expect you here." His throat turned dry.
Did he learn something?
His hand immediately drifted to his stomach, afraid of what could be the reason behind his master's visit.
