"Rachel." Hansen Ruiz stepped forward, unable to hide his reluctance as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice tender as he said, "I just need to go back to the office, not on a business trip. You're pregnant now, and unless the sky falls, I won't go on another trip." He then turned Rachel Bailey in his embrace to face him, husband and wife locking gazes.
"Really?" Rachel Bailey's gloomy expression immediately returned to normal, and she happily tilted her small face upward.
