Edrick's POV
After a few seconds of contemplating, I picked up, keeping my tone even. “Hello, Father.”
“Edrick,” his deep voice came through. “How are you? How are things going with your wife?”
Of course, he would ask about her. He knows I have no interest in this marriage at all.
My eyes flicked toward the beach. Aria was standing a few feet away, sunlight brushing over her like it had a personal vendetta to make her glow. From here, I had a clearer view of her in that same damn swimsuit. It was modest, but not modest enough. My gaze lingered for a second too long on the soft curve of her waist before I looked away.
“Fine,” I replied curtly.
My father chuckled. “Good. And the baby?”
I froze. For a moment, my throat dried. I forced myself to sound calm. “It’s doing fine, too.”
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