The hot pot restaurant was filled with steam. A server led them to their table. After ordering, Ethan Roscente excused himself to make a phone call outside.

Jenna Roland stared blankly at the bubbling broth. Ten minutes passed before Ethan finally returned.

"Who were you talking to for so long?" she couldn't help asking.

Ethan sat beside her and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. "Let's go to the club tonight. I reserved a private room."

"Which one?"

"The one where you used to work." A faint smirk played on his lips. "Tristan Ashcroft said it's on the house. Drinks are unlimited."

Jenna arched an eyebrow. "Since when is he so generous?"

"He needs a favor." Ethan dropped a slice of fatty beef into the pot. "Invite your friends too."

Jenna pulled out her phone, first messaging Stella Laurent, then asking her to bring her sister. After a moment's thought, she contacted two other close friends.

After the meal, Ethan had their driver take them straight back to Beverly Hills.

Waking from her nap, Jenna stood before the closet in frustration. At six months pregnant, none of her clothes fit anymore.

"We'll buy new ones." Ethan appeared behind her and took her hand.

"Don't you have work?" Jenna asked guiltily.

"It's your birthday." He squeezed her fingers. "Work isn't as important as my wife."

Jenna burst out laughing. "Is CEO Roscente turning into a romantic?"

"Only for you." Ethan suddenly stopped walking. "Let me kiss you."

Jenna glanced around nervously. "There are so many people—"

Before she could finish, Ethan's lips brushed her cheek. Her ears burned as she lowered her head and hurried ahead.

This man was becoming more brazen by the day.