At that moment, Richard's gentle gaze turned piercing.
Merissa, flustered, took a step back. Her heart was pounding, and her graceful dance steps that had gone perfectly with the music were now all over the place. She even accidentally stepped on Richard's foot.
Richard winced in pain but kept his arm firmly around Merissa's waist, preventing her from leaving.
He was waiting for an answer from her.
Richard hoped to hear from Merissa that he was the father of the baby and that she was keeping the baby because she still had feelings for him.
The garden in his heart transformed from a vibrant, joyful autumn to a desolate, frigid winter.
The once-lush greenery had withered away, but it had left behind a few ripe fruits, allowing Richard to cling to hope for the eventual return of spring.
