“I… I couldn’t tell you,” I stammered, I couldn’t even look at him properly after saying them.
Maxton didn’t respond.
He stood there quietly, watching me like he was trying to figure out what I wasn’t saying.
Then he let out a slow breath and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I would have been happy if you trusted me with that. What if I lost you?” he said.
“I also hid things from you. So it’s fine.”
His voice was calm, but it didn’t sound completely convincing.
I lifted my head slightly.
“Really?”
He nodded once.
“I’m sorry about the miscarriage,” he added.
The apology caught me off guard.
“You don’t have to apologize,” I said quickly. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Maxton didn’t respond immediately. His eyes shifted away from mine for a second before he straightened.
“You should proba
