Thalassa raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kris took some steps forward toward her desk. “Don’t pretend. I’m sure Millicent must’ve already called to tell you what we talked about.”
He pursed his lips into a grim line before speaking again. “You told me that you and Zeke Mathews were lovers. You even made me believe that he could’ve been the father of the child you lost.”
A cold smile curved Thalassa’s lips. “Did I? Did I really say those things to you?” She let out a snort. “It was you, Kris. It was you who came here with your guns blazing, throwing all sorts of accusations at me.”
“You didn’t deny any of them,” Kris said accusingly.
“Because I had no need to,” Thalassa stated calmly. “You see, your opinion of me is as worthless as you are to me.”
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