Vivian came back to herself and frowned at the man before her.
Adrian smiled gently. "Vivian, I made your favorite homemade beef stew. Try it and see if it tastes right."
It had been one of her mother's signature dishes, and Vivian had once loved it. Now she had no appetite at all.
"Adrian, where is my child?"
He ignored the question. Carefully ladling out a bowl, he blew on a spoonful and held it to her lips. "Try it. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day."
Vivian took the bite. She could not taste a thing, yet the words still left her mouth automatically.
"It's good."
Adrian sighed. "The baby is being cared for." His gaze held hers steadily. "Vivian, I kept my promise. When will you keep yours?"
"I want to see my child," she said, her voice hardening. "Now."
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