CHAPTER 90

"Aldo, that's enough!" I protested after he didn't stop.

But he didn't listen and just continued making me laugh.

"That's enough! I can't breathe anymore; I'm going to eat." I snorted and grabbed both of his hands, but he just laughed softly from behind.

"You're bad! It will be your fault if the baby gets dislocated," I threatened.

He was stunned for a moment and moved in front of me, asking, "What? Is there a thing called dislocation in pregnancy?"

He frowned and seemed confused. I voluntarily groaned and shrugged my shoulders.

"There is now—"

"You're bluffing," he said, coming closer and aiming at my side.

"Aldo!" I glared at him, but he only smiled back at me.

"I'm hungry. If you had fed me last night, we wouldn't be in the kitchen today, even at dawn."

"You could have stopped me from making love to you earlier in the night. You shouldn't have scolded me now. I am just being a professional lover, Sweetie," he boasted.

He came and effortlessly lifted me to the kitchen counter and re