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Violet POV
He stared at my belly and I put my hand over it subconsciously. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run and hug him, but his cold gaze stopped me. He looked very tired.
"Mason ...?" His expression didn't change. "We need to talk."
"I know." I kept looking at him with hungry eyes. I clasped my hands together so as not to do anything stupid. "We can go to my bungalow if you want?" He nodded and gestured with his hand for me to walk in front of him. When we entered the bungalow, the tension could have been cut with a knife. "Can I start first?"
He looked at me wearily but also angrily and nodded.
"I wanted you to know that this was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I..."
He laughed humorlessly at my remark.
"It seems to me that you're perfectly fine here
