Page 105 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

Right…I was supposed to order.

"You know what? Why don't you order for me?" I requested.

Wait, I almost forgot that I was pregnant. Shouldn't I be more careful with what I ate?

"Alright, get her the dumplings then, but not a lot. She's not a heavy eater," he said as he gave me a knowing smile.

I smiled in response, "Thank you."

"Think nothing of it," he said, "So, let's catch up. What have you been up to?"

"Nothing much really besides work," I replied, "Oh, I volunteered at a children's hospital not too far from ours."

During our two weeks together, Adam and I had frequently gone to see the kids. They were always excited to see us.

One time, James had given me a flower and I gave the little boy a kiss on the cheek.

Adam had been annoyed, so he bought me a bouquet.

"You're really competing with a child?" I raised a brow.

"Don't flatter yourself; the bouquet is for your hard work," he replied as he crossed his arms and sulked.

"So, I'm assuming you want the kiss as a reward?" I smirked.

"Do whatever you want," he maintained his scowl.

"You're such a…" I sighed and stood on my toes, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

His face turned a shade of red as he struggled to suppress the grin that was growing on his face.

"Take that, James," he said with confidence.

"Hmm? It must have been fun. We can go together sometime," Harold suggested.

"Huh? No, there's really no need to," I said, "With the number of cases these days, I don't think I'd have time to anymore."

It was a lie. For some odd reason, I didn't want to volunteer with him.

Was I protecting the memories I had built there together with Adam?

"All right then, whenever we're both less busy," he said as the waiter brought our order, "Smells so good."

"Thanks for the meal," I said as I started to eat. It was good. Very good.

But I couldn't focus on the meal.

"You know, when I was on vacation, I went to this island," Harold said as he took another bite of his dumpling, "there was a special biking area, and the scene is breathtaking."

Biking, huh?

An image of Adam struggling to stay on the bike, while I helped him move, popped into my head. He couldn’t maintain balance on his own and kept falling.

I had thought it was kind of a message for both of us, something like saying he needed me to balance his life. Or he'd end up on his butt.

I laughed at the thought.

"I know, right?" Harold laughed as well, "He should have known not to stand so close to the edge."

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