Zachariah went down in the elevator. He got into the car, thumped the wheel and drove away.
It took Zachariah about half an hour to get to Cora’s place. The door was opened soon after he rang
the doorbell. A figure threw itself into his arms before Zachariah carried it into the room.
Cora snuggled up to Zachariah and said injuredly, "Zach, I thought you would stand me up."
Zachariah just let Cora hold him, his body stiff.
Naturally, Cora could feel the stiffness of Zachariah’s body and looked up at him. "Zach, why are you
so unhappy to see me?"
Zachariah twined his arms around Cora and comforted her. "Come on. If I was unhappy to see you, do
you think I would have turned up here?"
Cora clung on to Zachariah and put on a vulnerable look. "Zach, don’t be mad at me for what I said on
the phone just now, alright? You know, pregnant women tend to be sensitive. The doctor says it’s called
antepartum depression. As long as you’re by my side more often, I’ll be happy and I won’t think too
much."
Zachariah held Cora in his arms and replied, "Stop thinking too much then. I’ll try my best to spend
more time with you in the future. Now go to bed."
Cora clutched Zachariah to her like a koala holding a tree. She looked up and said coquettishly, "Zach,
I’m not sleepy yet. Let’s chat. It’s been a long time since we talked like this last time."
"OK."
Cora rubbed against Zachariah’s chest like a kitten and said, "Zach, do you remember where we had
our first kiss?"
Zachariah was stunned, his mind blank for seconds. He had no idea where they had kissed for the first
time at all. Although he claimed that he loved Cora, Zachariah didn’t have many memories of her.
Cora pouted and grumbled, "Zach, did you forget about it?"
Zachariah lowered his head and pressed his lips against Cora’s, but pulled away the next moment,
acting as if he was an affectionate lover. "Memories are the past. All you have to keep in mind is that I’ll
be kissing you whenever you want from now on."
Disappointment flashing across Cora’s eyes, she rubbed Zachariah’s lips with her fingers and said,
"Zach, can you promise that you’ll only kiss me in the future?"
Zachariah grabbed her hand, moved it away and changed the topic. "How’s the baby today?"
Staring at Zachariah, Cora got into a panic immediately. She grasped his hand and said, "Zach, you
changed the subject on purpose. Have you fallen in love with Ophelia? After all those racy pictures of
hers, you still don’t want to divorce her?"
Zachariah became a little impatient, annoyance glinting in his eyes. "Cora, I tried my best to spend
some time with you, but all you do is question me?"
This time, Cora stood her ground. "Zach, it’s not that I want to question you, but lately you’ve been so
unpredictable, and you’re not so tender and considerate as you were before, which makes me wonder
if you still love me! I’m a woman, and I get scared. I’m afraid that you’ll pay all your attention to Ophelia.
I ask you questions to catch your attention, anything wrong with that?"
Zachariah looked down at her and warned, "Cora, you wouldn’t do such a stupid thing in the past."
Cora wrenched free from his arms and said, "Zach, now that you’ve mentioned 'the past', let’s talk
about the past. In the past, you cared so much about me. As long as something happened to me, you
would come to me in the middle of anything. But now, you’re so reluctant to see me, even if I keep
calling you. So how can I not behave like this? I’m not a piece of wood, and I won’t just sit around doing
nothing when my man doesn’t love me anymore!"
Zachariah got up abruptly, stared at Cora with a sullen face and said, "Cora, you’re not yourself now,
and I won’t argue with you. Let’s meet again when you calm down. Have a good rest. I’m going back."
Cora rushed up to Zachariah and held him from behind, pleading nervously, "Zach, don’t go. I love you
so much. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have come back, so please don’t go."
Zachariah stayed put, saying nothing.
Cora sobbed, "Zach, don’t go. I do love you, and I’m pregnant with you baby. I’d be crazy if you
dumped me."
Zachariah softened at once. He turned around, took Cora in his arms, wiped the tears off her face and
whispered, "Don’t cry, or your eyes will get puffy."
Cora gave a flirtatious punch on Zachariah’s chest and grumbled, "You’re the one making me cry. To
make up for it, you have to spend the night here with me, or I’ll have an abortion. Since you’re not
going to marry me anyway, I can’t marry some other man with the baby."
Zachariah’s face darkened immediately.
"Cora, if you’re joking by saying that you’ll have an abortion, I’ll just ignore it. But if you mean it, I’ll get
angry."
Cora caressed Zachariah’s cheeks and said with bleary eyes, "Zach, do you really care about the baby
in my womb?"
"It’s my baby, and how can I not care about it?"
"Which do you like better, our baby, or Ophelia’s baby?"
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