Max’s eyes darken the moment he looks at the report again.
Without warning, he grabs my wrist and pulls me sharply toward him.
“So… I finally found you,” he says through clenched teeth, his voice low and dangerous.
I wince, trying to pull my hand away.
“Let go of me!” I shout, “It hurts, Max!”
His grip doesn’t loosen. Instead, he yanks the report up in front of my face.
“What is this?” he snaps, “Answer me!”
I struggle, my breathing is getting uneven, “That’s mine! Give it back!”
He ignores me and opens the report. His eyes scan it quickly and the moment he understands, his expression changes.
“Oh…” he says slowly, “So you’re pregnant?”
My whole body goes cold.
He lets out a short, bitter laugh.
“Seriously?” he says, stepping closer.
“Listen?” he repeats, raising his voice. “
