Chapter 1413
Chapter 1413:
Anika’s chest tightened the moment she heard Marcel’s name. She looked at Annabel, wanting to tell her what had happened that morning, but she feared Annabel would scold Marcel if she found out. After thinking it over, Anika swallowed her words.
She should just forget it. After all, it was between her and Marcel.
“Nothing,” Anika said softly. “I was just a little tired yesterday, so I couldn’t focus on anything. I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep p>
Seeing Anika’s condition, Annabel didn’t press further. She simply urged her to rest. Then she left the room and walked through the living room to the balcony. Frowning, she looked at Marcel and lowered her voice.
“Marcel, what’s going on between you and Anika? Why does she look so pale? Did you bully her or something p>
Marcel’s heart felt heavy, and he was genuinely confused. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her. When I came back today, Anika already seemed upset. She didn’t explain anything when I asked p>
“Honestly…” Annabel exhaled, studying his face. Marcel didn’t seem quite himself either. Annabel was an outsider here, but she knew she had to speak up for her best friend.
“Marcel, Anika is pregnant with your child. It’s normal for her emotions to be unstable. Listen—if there’s conflict between you two, you need to resolve it as soon as possible. If she stays in a bad mood, it’ll affect her health. You chose to marry her, so you need to take responsibility. Understand p>
Her tone wasn’t harsh, but she was clearly warning him. Otherwise, Anika would truly suffer.
“I know, Annabel. I’ll treat Anika well,” Marcel said earnestly, nodding.
Yet the moment Elva crossed his mind, a headache flared. He had no idea what had happened between them last night. Judging from Elva’s reaction, it seemed possible that anything that could have happened had happened. But his memory was completely blank.
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Annabel heard the sincerity in Marcel’s voice, so she nodded, satisfied, and ended the conversation.
“Well, it’s time for me to go. I won’t bother you about it anymore.” Annabel stood, getting ready to leave.
“Let me see you off,” Anika said, rising to accompany her.
“Anika, don’t move. You need to rest,” Annabel insisted, gripping her hand reassuringly.
Anika was already more than six months pregnant, yet her belly looked larger than that of most women at the same stage, making it especially inconvenient for her to get up.
Marcel hurried over to steady Anika by the arm. “Yes, Anika, you should go lie down p>
“Don’t touch me,” Anika said quickly, pushing him away without thinking.
Marcel froze, speechless.
“Anika, what’s wrong?” Annabel’s worry spiked as she moved closer to her friend.
“Nothing.” Anika was swallowed by a heavy, depressed feeling as she remembered the call that morning. But she couldn’t show weakness in front of Annabel. She didn’t want her to worry. “Anna, if you have things to do, just go. Really, I’m fine.” She pressed her lips together, drew a slow breath, and exhaled.