Without realizing it, Charlotte had been filming for a month. Her pregnancy was still a secret, but people were starting to get suspicious because Damon had been giving her a lot more attention lately.
He even sent her premium food delivery every day and would discreetly ask the director not to push her too hard if she looked tired—without her even knowing.
"Charlotte, I hope this doesn't sound too rude …" Noella hesitated, looking at her carefully. "But … are you pregnant?"
Charlotte, who had just taken a sip of water, immediately choked. She coughed violently, struggling to swallow, while Noella reached out to pat her back.
"W-What?" Charlotte finally gasped. "Why would you ask something like that?!"
Noella gave an awkward shrug. "I don't know. Call it intuition."
Charlotte squinted at her. Is she a witch or something?!
But then Noella sighed and shook her head. "Actually, it's not just intuition. You've been acting … off lately."
Charlotte frowned. "Off how?"
