The next day, Sienna Johnson woke up late for breakfast.
If she weren't pregnant, she would have definitely skipped it. However, she was pregnant, so even if she was late, she had to eat for the baby's sake.
At the dining table, Kiki was preparing a Western breakfast for Sienna Johnson—milk, bread, and fried eggs.
"Good morning."
"Sienna, what's wrong? You look so pale. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Kiki asked in surprise.
Sienna Johnson had also been shocked by her own complexion when she woke up. This was her appearance *after* makeup; without makeup, it would have been even more terrifying.
"Well, I worked overtime yesterday," Sienna lied.
Could she say that Adrian Desmond, that inconsiderate man, had made her so angry she couldn't sleep?Her pride was at stake; she couldn't afford such a loss of face.
Kiki frowned, concerned. "Sienna, you're pregnant now. You can't stay up late like this; it's not good for the baby."
"Mm," Sienna agreed.
"Where's Curly?"
