Chapter 1865: She Might Be Going Into Labor

"..." Janelle Mills was like a plaster sculpture, kneeling on the sofa with the booklet in her hands, staring unblinkingly at the four words.

She was petrified!

Trevor’s eyes flickered as his calm gaze fell on her little face.

"Ahem!" Janelle steadied her mind, lifted her eyes to look at him, "This... this... this one doesn’t count..."

"Why doesn’t it count?" Trevor asked, looking at her earnestly. "If it doesn’t count, there are only 99 small tasks. Are we still going to get married?"

"I..." Janelle appeared carefree, but she was actually quite conservative, leaving her speechless!

But bathing together? She could hardly imagine...

Trevor took the booklet from her hands, put it down, and lifted her from the sofa, heading straight to the bathroom.

"Hey... what are you doing?" The girl blushed and struggled slightly.

Trevor, however, kissed her lips as he walked...

Entering the bathroom, he gently placed her in the bathtub and adjusted the water temperature after turning on the shower.

Warm water cascaded down, and Janelle sat in the bathtub, looking up at him, her heart in her throat.

Trevor squatted beside the bathtub, gazing at her intently, softly asking, "Princess, do you need help undressing?"

The girl’s face turned even redder in an instant.

"I’ll undress you!" Janelle mustered up her courage and blurted out, then reached for his collar, unbuttoning the top button under his neck...

The man was inwardly shocked, but his eyes twinkled with amusement as he enjoyed it.

The warm yellow light filled the bathroom, mist swirling around, and the girl’s eyelashes were dark and long as she undid the man’s buttons, avoiding eye contact with him.

After removing his shirt, she buried her head against his chest, her beautiful cheek gently rubbing against him.

Every vein in Trevor’s body tingled, and he couldn’t help but lift her little face again, kissing her lips directly!

Passionate, intense!

The girl’s chest rose and fell slightly.

About an hour later, the two came out of the bathroom wearing robes, the atmosphere still carrying a hint of sweet ambiguity.

They returned to the sofa, and Trevor flipped to the page, marking the date at the end of the "bathe together" entry, then both pressed their handprints.

"Good night." Janelle Mills got up from the sofa, and without looking back, quickly ran to the bedroom.

The moment she slammed the bedroom door shut, she felt her heart was about to leap out of her chest!

Her face felt burning hot as she held it in her hands!

Oh my god! She had actually bathed with him just now!! She even helped him undress!

She could hardly bear to recall it.

Outside in the living room, Trevor’s eyes held a smile, flipping through the booklet with his long fingers, having completed over a dozen tasks... all marked with completion dates and handprints.

This itself was a romantic endeavor.

Once these tasks were completed, he would give her a grand wedding, making her a happy bride.

Trevor now spends every evening designing and planning the wedding, and in the future, he would arrange it all personally.

Riventhal.

The Morgan family, in the morning.

Finn Morgan had just woken from his slumber; he turned slightly to look at the woman lying beside him. Normally, Hailey Hale always slept soundly.

But today, her eyes were open, and her face was a bit pale, as if she was suppressing something.

"Honey, what’s wrong?" Finn quickly turned over and sat up, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Hailey Hale furrowed her brows slightly, not daring to move, "I suspect... I’m having contractions."

"When did it start?" Finn was incredibly nervous, "Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you wake me up?"