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Khan’s gaze lingered reluctantly on her pregnant belly as he sat back down on the sofa.

“I’ve finished breakfast too, you can go now.” Xiya said.

Khan pretended not to hear her and changed the subject, “By the way, it’s been ages since I have seen your husband accompanying you.”

“He’s busy.” Xiya replied calmly.

“What could be more important than his wife and child? You’re so pregnant now, what could he possibly be so busy with?” Khan disagreed.

Xiya ...

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