The Focus of All Those Present

In the elevator.

"Joseph, I feel like I can't breathe. What if I really get pregnant? Is there a problem?" Isabella touched her waist.

Joseph turned to look at Isabella's wronged eyes and smiled helplessly. He lowered his head to wipe away her tears and said with a smirk, "It's fine. If there's a problem, you can get pregnant next time. Anyway, I don't really want a child eagerly."

Isabella immediately scratched Joseph. "Bastard! It's your child after all!"

Joseph gently embraced Isabella and gently pinched her chin. "Is it really that uncomfortable? Do you really want to take off such a beautiful dress?"

Isabella immediately broke into a smile. "No! In order to be beautiful, I have to wear it!"

Joseph suddenly stared at Isabella's shoulder and did not speak.

Isabella was stunned and thought of something. "I saw that the design specifically covered up the scars on my back. Is it still exposed a little?"