The mistake from last month is now bearing fruit. You have an appointment with the obstetrician to terminate your baby today, but Naevon suddenly comes to your cafe, taking you to his apartment. Several fruits and fresh snacks are served on the dining table by Naevon's subordinate. He prepared all of it after you expressed a desire for some snacks.
"We already know what food my baby likes, shouldn't you be more considerate to not throw him away?" he taunts, knowing his baby likes fruits unlike its mother.
Naevon orders his subordinate to leave them alone. His eyes sharply scrutinize your body from head to toe before stopping at your still-flat stomach. Reflecting on the drunken incident a month ago, Naevon also couldn't control himself at that time.
"You should've told me earlier," Naevon adds softly, feeling guilty.
"Stay here tonight. I insist."