Chapter 4

Serena's POV

"I'm not interested in whatever is going on between you two. Now, please move."

I turned to leave.

But Ivy suddenly raised her coffee cup.

"Serena, I really do want to apologize. I waited in line specifically to get this coffee for you. Could you accept it as a peace offering?"

"No, thank you. I don't drink coffee."

I walked around her and headed toward the elevator.

Noah should have arrived at the office to pick me up by then.

The elevator doors opened, and I immediately spotted him standing inside.

But just as I was about to step in, a sudden scream came from behind me.

Ivy seemed to trip over something and stumbled straight toward me.

The steaming cup of coffee tipped in her hand.

"Serena!"

Noah shouted.

I barely had time to react before he pulled me out of the way.

At thirty-six weeks pregnant, I was nowhere near as quick on my feet as I used to be.

The coffee was about to spill across my stomach when Noah instinctively turned around and shielded me with his body.

The next second, the entire cup of scalding coffee splashed across his back.

"Noah!"

I was trembling with fright.

"Are you okay? Did it burn you?"

Ignoring his own pain, Noah immediately checked my stomach.

"I'm fine. Don't be scared."

He looked down at me.

"How are the babies? Do you feel anything unusual?"

I shook my head, but tears had already filled my eyes.

Adrian stood a short distance away.

His gaze was fixed on Noah's arm wrapped protectively around me. His expression was terrifyingly dark.

I raised my head and glared at Ivy.

"Ms. Lyall, what if that coffee had landed on my stomach? Do you have any idea what the consequences would have been?"

Ivy hurried behind Adrian.

"I didn't do it on purpose! You're the one who suddenly moved into my way..."

"That's enough."

Noah cut her off.

He took off his jacket, now soaked with coffee, and threw it into the trash.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that scare. Let's go home. You're not doing any more work today."

I nodded.

He held my hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of my eye.

"I've already booked an appointment with your OB for tomorrow. We'll go in for your final prenatal checkup."

"Whatever you say."

I smiled at him.

But just then, Adrian suddenly spoke.

"Who said you could leave?"

His eyes were fixed on Noah and my intertwined hands.

"A prenatal checkup, huh?"

"So he is your husband?"