Valentin caressed my face.
I must look so ugly in this state.
He took out a handkerchief, handing it to me. I took it and blew into it. I felt much better.
"Thank you," I said somewhat awkwardly as I handed the handkerchief back to him.
Some hesitation flickered in his eyes. His face was tight, but he wiped off the indifference. He calmly accepted the handkerchief and tossed it into the trashcan.
I struggled out of his arms, embarrassed.
"Upset?" he asked suddenly.
I shook my head, thinking that he was asking if I was upset about marrying him. Then a thought flashed through my mind and I shook my head hurriedly.
Valentin held my hand. A foreboding smile appeared on his cold face. His movements were smooth and slick.
"He wanted to abort the child. I was so afraid. How can such an u
