Freya POV
“Raising my voice.” His arms go off of me, but he stays close as his hand goes up to my cheek. Looking me directly in the eye, his usual cold eyes soften at me as he rubs against my cheek with his thumb. “You are the mother of my child. I don’t get to question whatever decisions you had to make when I wasn’t present.”
Shock riddles my face, even I can’t stop it. My eyelids flutter before I take a step back and my back hits the door.
“I don’t think ..” He doesn’t know. I gulp down and shy away from him. If he knew, I don’t think he would say those words to me.
“Hey, hey.” Liam follows me to the door. With a soft peck on the forehead, I still don’t look him in the eyes. I know those are a trap. “Whatever it is, tell me when you’re ready.” Another kiss on the forehead, f**k.
