“And how sure are you that the child is still not mine?”
He was being smart, something I expected him to ask... As it was equally a question that I could not give a convincing answer within the little time I had to think on it.
“I just know it... My duke” I deliberately kept on emphasizing the name he so hated the most... And now that I think about it, I don’t think that’s a good idea since it had an effect of making him rage with possessiveness.
“I want him”
That word again! Him, it’s never her! Wait a minute, what did Edgar just say!?
“I don’t care if I’m the father or not” he declared despite the clear evidence on my bruised palms of how furious he has gotten with the news. “as long as it’s blood is in you, I want-“
“You can’t have my child” it sounded funny, as though he claimed
