Ten minutes later, Noah Reed returned to the apartment.
He handed Minulet to Dolores, "Sis, just two of these should be enough."
After a pause, he added,"I'm sorry, sis. It was my fault. I didn't control myself well last night. The boss said it's not good for a girl's health to take this. Maybe we should stop?"
In fact, it would be quite good if she actually did get pregnant.
He was twenty-five years old.
Many of his classmates were already married with children.
Moreover, Delia was just too outstanding. If she were pregnant, Noah would feel more secure.
"It's fine if you only take it once in a while," Delia lifted the water glass from the table, peeled open two pills, and swallowed them down with a gulp of water.
Noah then announced, "Sis, I bought some food on my way back. You go have your meal; I'll go wash up."
"Right." Delia, who had already freshened up, put down the cup and began to head in the direction of the living room.