Danica's heart rate increased, sounding in her ears as Loney walked closely behind her. Before she reached the door, he had gone ahead to open it for her. Danica should be flattered but she wasn't. Perhaps, Loney cared because of his baby which she carried in her womb.
Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead when she heard the door close. She turned abruptly to a stony Loney.
"You have a very scheming way of dealing with me ha?" His tone was cold, a deep frown overrunning his features.
"I don't understand," Danica didn't hide her confusion. Her stomach tinged with grief.
"Starving yourself when you are carrying my child, don't ever try it again," Loney's groaned and beckoned to the sofa.
Danica ambled towards it and sat, tears lined her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she muttered. If Loney
