After a few steps, the pain became more and more apparent, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead. Unable to bear it, she bent slightly, placing one hand on her lower abdomen.
Her legs felt weak, and she was about to tumble down the stairs when she suddenly opened her eyes wide, her innate fear expanding indefinitely. A hand shot out from an angle, encircled her waist, and lifted her in mid-air, preventing her from falling to the ground.
It was a wide embrace, carrying a hint of a sexy tobacco scent that wafted into her nostrils.
She looked up in a daze, and in her line of sight, she saw the man's chin with its light blue stubble and those black eyes that were not quite smiling, like a deep ancient well that instantly drew her in.
She suddenly pushed him away, retreating a step and leaning against the wall, her eyes coldly surveying him. However, it was no match for the stabbing pain from her lower abdomen. She arched her back slightly as her pale face turned deathly white.
