Chapter 97 : Air
-Andre- “What will I do if she is pregnant?” I rested my elbows on the table. The weight on my shoulders was crushing me. “Be happy!” Adela exclaimed. Looking at Adela's expression, my mouth gaped open. “You can tell her how you feel… later. Much, much later.” Her tone was teasing. “Adela, I’m worried. But… maybe," A stupid idea came to my mind, lighting up my mood. “What if…?” “No!” Adela stated as if reading my mind and firmly denying such a possibility. “But…” “Don’t you dare to say it!” I growled as I stood up from my chair. “I can’t lose her, Adela!” I stared at my friend. I wasn't mad. I was scared. “I can’t…” As horrible as it might be for others... If I were to decide, I’d always choose my mate. “Stop it, Andre. Don’t entertain the idea. And don’t tell her about those
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