CHAPTER 891: CHAPTER 891: NO BED ACTIVITIES ALLOWED IN THE FIRST THREE MONTHS

Jasper Sinclair smiled, said nothing, and led her into the elevator.

The elevator led directly to the main hall on the ground floor, designed symmetrically facing the staircase.

Uncle Kevin, busy bustling about in the kitchen, heard the commotion and quickly poked his head out.

"Mr. Sinclair, Madam, you’re back."

Uncle Kevin was wearing a light blue apron, quite out of character from his usual appearance.

Nora Northwood asked, "Uncle Kevin, you’re cooking again?"

Uncle Kevin’s main responsibility was managing Jasper Sinclair’s personal affairs and overseeing the several-thousand-square-meter Crimson Hill Villa.

Recently, seeing that Nora was pregnant, the elderly man was really concerned and would frequently dive into the kitchen.

Uncle Kevin’s culinary skills, honed by the Sinclair Family’s management training, were unmatched by ordinary chefs.

Today, he stewed snow fungus and pear soup.

As Uncle Kevin responded, he had the original chef serve out two bowls.

"The pear and snow fungus soup has been simmering for two or three hours. Madam hasn’t had much of an appetite lately, so a bit of sweet soup should help."

Nora thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being cared for like this. Even though she was extremely tired, she insisted on finishing the two bowls before returning to the bedroom for a nap.

As she drifted in and out of sleep, she saw Jasper Sinclair holding a magazine and sitting beside her.

The man rarely worked in bed, and on the few occasions he did, it was because she overslept.

In her half-awake state, Nora thought she caught sight of the magazine’s cover title: Early Pregnancy Precautions.

She was too tired to investigate further, slipping away to play chess with The Sandman.

Jasper Sinclair continued leafing through the dull magazine, soothed by the increasingly even breathing at his ear.

His page-turning slowed to a mere 80% of normal speed, scared that any roughness might awaken the sleeping figure.

This nap lasted until four in the afternoon, with no sign of Nora opening her eyes.

Jasper worried that she might not sleep well at night, pondering whether he should wake her.

Since becoming pregnant, Nora’s naps had progressively gotten longer.

Jasper occasionally doubted, can pregnant women really sleep this much?

"Nora, it’s been four hours, wake up and move around a little." He gently rocked Nora’s shoulders, attempting to rouse her.

Nora stirred, activated her groggy groping mode, and precisely wrapped her arms around the man’s waist.

A simple action that left a lingering heartbeat.

Jasper’s posture shifted from sitting upright to leaning sideways, his lips replacing his fingertips to trace the shape of Nora’s lips.

From gentle pecking to a deep kiss, slowly prying her mouth open.

Nora’s drowsiness gradually dissipated within this amorous kiss.

She was kissed into a dizzy whirl, totally unaware of the growing emotion and desire in Jasper’s eyes.

"Nora, give me your hand."

Following his words, Nora surrendered her delicate fingers, until she touched a certain spot, shivering as if a current coursed through her entire body.

"Jasper, you can’t... go take a cold shower."

She almost used all her strength just to complete the latter half of the sentence.

Jasper, of course, knew that it wasn’t possible; otherwise, this moment wouldn’t have just been a simple kiss.

Instead of a cold shower, he chose another, more shameful, method.

Afterwards, he pinned her against the sink, nearly demanding, "Nora, how much longer do you want me to wait?"

"At least for the first three months, it’s not allowed."

Jasper stared at her like a hungry wolf, the meaning in his eyes all too clear.