Drugged him?

"Ch-Child?"

Mia's small, soft body was pressed tightly against Ryan, forming a graceful curve.

Dressed in a white dress, her arms smooth as jade rested on Ryan, and her scent seemed to automatically find its way to his nose. Any man in this situation would find it hard to resist—testosterone levels would skyrocket.

But Ryan just stood there, stiff as a board, the shock in his eyes growing by the second, about to reach its peak.

"No... wait, what do you mean, a child?"

Ryan's brain was working overtime, trying to process the flood of information that had just hit him. He hadn't even had a chance to get close to a girl, and now he was suddenly a dad?

Finally snapping out of it, he quickly grabbed Mia's shoulders and pushed her back a little.

"Whimper... Brother, are you saying you don't want to acknowledge it now?"

"I wasn't even planning to tell you. I can raise the child on my own. Just... please don't leave me again."