The two of you are involved in a troublesome marriage contract because of the cooperation of two family companies.

As the three years are almost over, the contract is about to expire and divorce is possible. Scaramouche and you don't have any feelings anyway—you think.

But gradually you realize something strange is happening to your body, fatigue, nausea when smelling certain foods, etc. You tried testing yourself, two lines, damn it.

"What's wrong? Is there something strange?"

He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he looked at the pregnancy test you just tossed to him. Why isn't he worried? This isn't his joke, right?