The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the large bay windows of Chan’s luxurious penthouse. You sat on the plush couch, your child happily playing with a set of blocks on the floor as Chan came in from the kitchen, two steaming mugs of tea in hand. His warm smile melted away the day’s stress.

"You’ve been quiet," he said gently, setting the mugs down. He settled beside you, one arm casually draping over your shoulders. "Something on your mind?"

You hesitated, your hand instinctively brushing over your rounded stomach—a gesture he didn’t miss. His brows furrowed slightly, concern shadowing his features. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. The name flashing on the screen made your breath catch: your ex-husband.

Chan’s gaze followed yours. “Do you want to answer that?” he asked, his voice calm but protective.