Anna Ainsworth was carried upstairs to her room by Jeremy Thompson. Although she was extremely reluctant to interact with this man, on this yacht, she was not acquainted with anyone else besides him.
"Put me down," Anna couldn't help but growl lowly, having entered the room and yet still being held by him. What was the meaning of this?
Jeremy chuckled, walked to the bed, and gently laid her down. Looking at her furious face, he said with a smile, "Don't be so angry, okay? You're a pregnant woman, after all. It's not good for pregnant women to get too angry."
Anna glared at him fiercely, then turned away, presenting her back to him. At this moment, she was too weak even to argue with him.
