Chapter 2 : A Man Giving Birth?

What the hell?

Oliver''s choice of words made Nathan frown. "What are you up to now? Can''t go a day without causing trouble, can you?"

He tightened his grip on Oliver''s neck, his eyes filled with rage.

"Jeez! Always resorting to violence. Nathan really is a cold-blooded man," Oliver thought. Watching from the sidelines was one thing, but now that he was in the thick of it, he felt it deeply.

"Let... let go. I''m not up to anything. I just woke up and wanted to call you," Oliver said, his face turning red from the strain.

Because it was a woman''s voice, it sounded incredibly weak and pitiful. He didn''t dare tell Nathan that he was Oliver, not Fiona. After all, even he couldn''t believe the soul-swapping thing, let alone Nathan. He''d think he was crazy.

"You''d better give birth to the child and then take the money and get lost," Nathan said coldly, releasing Oliver and walking away, seemingly annoyed by the late-night disturbance and looking for another place to sleep.

Oliver was left dumbfounded, his eyes wide open. "What... what? The owner of this body is pregnant?"

He felt like banging his head against the wall. How could he, a grown man, give birth? "God, are you kidding me?" Oliver groaned in frustration.

After his outburst, he slumped down, his face falling. "What am I going to do now? Being pregnant is no small matter!"

Oliver felt like dying. He had finally been reborn, only to end up in a woman''s body. "This is so annoying," he muttered, scratching his head before sprawling out on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, he sat up and lifted his nightgown to look at his stomach. It was still flat, with no sign of pregnancy. "Is this the kind of woman Nathan likes? What does she look like?"

Curiosity got the better of him, and he hurried to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror made him pause. The woman had lips like cherry blossoms, eyes that were lively and clear, and an overall delicate and pure appearance. Even a single glance was unforgettable; she was stunningly beautiful.

"So, he likes this kind of innocent woman? That''s surprising. He always picked flashy women when we went out," Oliver thought, unconsciously pinching his face in the mirror. But as he stared, he realized something. "Why does this face look so familiar?"

The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, but he couldn''t place where he''d seen it before. "Could it be that I''ve seen Fiona somewhere before? But that doesn''t make sense. Nathan never brought her out for us to see. We only knew he had a woman."

Something didn''t add up. Fiona had committed suicide? They didn''t get along? And Nathan wanted her to leave after giving birth? This didn''t seem like a loving relationship at all.

Oliver''s face darkened. "Could it be that this guy was pressured to get married and just found someone to have his child? Damn, that''s cruel! This girl is so beautiful, no wonder she wanted to end it."

He felt a pang of sympathy for Fiona. But then he snapped back to reality, cursing himself. "Is this the time to worry about someone else? You''re in this body now, Oliver. You have to give birth to your best friend''s child and warm his bed. Damn it!"

Oliver groaned for the umpteenth time, kneeling and pounding the floor in despair. How could a man like him give birth? What kind of situation was this?