Rena’s POV
Lord Xavier doesn't react immediately. His sharp gaze flickers between me and Armani, his expression unreadable. It's the kind of look that strips away layers, searching for weaknesses, measuring worth. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who gets rattled easily, yet something about Armani’s words—his casual, almost flippant announcement—has clearly thrown him off balance.
“That was… fast.” His voice is calm, neutral, but the way his brow furrows just slightly betrays a sliver of skepticism.
I feel an unexpected urge to respond, though I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the weight of his scrutiny, the way his presence presses in, demanding answers even when no direct questions are asked. Or maybe it’s because I already know exactly what he’s thinking.
“I’m not pregnant yet,”
