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    Her smile turned skeptical, doubting his conviction. He had kept her background a secret, satisfied to leave it unexplored. How could he genuinely be excited about going public with their rtionship?


    Tracy, stifling a yawn, suggested softly, “Let’s head to bed early tonight.”


    “Okay,” he agreed.


    “Go ahead to bed,” Lowell said as he released her. “I’ll follow after a quick wash.”


    Tracy nodded. “Sure, I’ll wait for you.”


    Lowell quietly made his way to the bathroom, lost in his thoughts as he prepared for a shower.


    Tracy was restless in bed, her hand gravitating toward her abdomen. The moment for truth was near. She was resolute not to absolve Lowell, Dolores, or the Ruiz family as a whole.


    After half an hour, Lowell finished in the bathroom and slipped quietly beside Tracy. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling content just to be close without any further intimacy.


    After some time, his voice broke the silence. “What if we can’t see this through to the end? Would you hold it against me?”


    “Why would I hold that against you? Rtionships are unpredictable, and much depends on your moralpass,” Tracy responded.


    Lowell’s brow furrowed in confusion. “How is my moralpass involved?”


    “It’s crucial. A strong moral foundation is essential for maintaining any rtionship,” Tracy exined with emphasis.


    Yet, Lowell felt disconnected and confused, his thoughts clouded.


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    Noticing his unusual behavior, Tracy probed, “You seem off tonight. What’s on your mind?”


    “Do you think you could be pregnant, since we’ve been careless?” Lowell asked, a note of worry in his voice.


    Tracy paused to consider his words, then chuckled. “Getting pregnant isn’t always straightforward. Many couples struggle for years without sess. And we haven’t really been trying, so I doubt I’m pregnant.”


    Lowell pondered her words, finding reassurance in them after some thought. They hadn’t been together frequently enough to seriously consider the likelihood of conception. Relieved by this realization, Lowell sighed.


    “I’m really tired tonight. Let’s go to sleep.”


    Tracy agreed, feeling weary herself. “Yes, let’s rest.”


    As the night faded, Tracy woke to find Lowell already gone.


    She opened the curtains and peered out to see Shaun standing outside.


    Through narrowed eyes, Tracy watched Shaun gazing intently at her window, irritation prickling beneath her skin.


    In a swift motion, she mmed the window shut and stormed downstairs, her pajamas rustling with each determined step. At the vi’s entrance, she confronted him head-on. “I told you not to show up again. Didn’t you hear me?”


    A sheepish smile spread across Shaun’s face at the sight of her. “After I saw you yesterday, I couldn’t eat or sleep—you were all I could think about. That’s why I came so early this morning.”


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