"Of course not."
Lily's rejection was swift and firm. She turned to leave.
Alexander rested his hand on the car door, blocking her way. He leaned in, his sharp gaze locking onto hers.
"Are you sure?"
Instinctively, Lily leaned back, but there was nowhere to escape.
His face, so close that she could see every detail—his chiseled features, his piercing eyes—sent a chill down her spine.
He was Lucas's father. But he was also the one who had taken Lucas's life.
He didn't deserve to be a father.
He deserved to die.
Lily's eyes darkened, a flash of red at the corners. "Alexander, move!"
Alexander assumed she was just afraid to admit the truth. "Lils, I'll take responsibility—"
"I'm not pregnant!" Lily cut him off, her voice unwavering. "You're listening to baseless rumors! How could I
