But after overhearing his conversation with Ariana Whitmore last time, I instinctively recoiled from him.
He turned over, but…
After a long silence, he rose from the bed, pulled on his robe, and stepped onto the balcony to light a cigarette.
I lay there, my heart churning with emotions I couldn't name.
I got up, walked to him, wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, and pressed my body against his back. "Let's try in the bathroom."
His tall frame went rigid. He crushed the cigarette under his fingers and turned, his brows shadowed with coldness. "When did it start?"
I froze. Was he asking about my physical response?
I lowered my head, biting my lip until it hurt. After a long pause, I whispered, "Maybe after the miscarriage…"
What happened between him and Ariana Whitmore migh
