I shook my head slightly. “I'm not sure how I feel.”
He frowned. “About what exactly?”
I dropped my gaze to my plate, pushing food around without tasting it. How could I tell him? How could I explain that the sting I felt wasn’t just about how he treated his mother, but about the way he had reacted to her words?
Helen’s suggestion had unsettled me, of course. I wasn’t eager to follow her path, to give in to her pressure about giving Alexander an heir. But still… a part of me couldn’t help the sting I’d felt at his reaction. The way he recoiled, like the idea itself was poison. Like the thought of having a child with me was the worst thing in the world.
Was it just his mother’s interference that enraged him? Or was it the idea itself—that deep down, he didn’t see me as the one to carry
