The baby, your pregnancy, how…where…” he held my gaze briefly. “What about the baby?” he asked, and I froze, Ladder needed something to hold on to, maybe something to wrap my hand around, anything.
His eyes held mine, but I could no longer hold his gare, so I looked away
It took a while for me to regain myself and all; I looked back at him to find out he still had his eyes on me, anticipating my reply to his question.
I drew in slow breaths, calming myself; I couldn’t let him have any idea that they were twins and that they were his children.
“That’s none of your business, Mr. Woods,” I said, willing my voice to be firm, but I could notice the traces of crack, and if he did notice too, he <b>was </b><b>good </b>at hiding it.
He dropped his gaze to my stomach, and I adjusted ufortably as I was no longer willing to engage in the conversation.
“It is,” he said, shuffling closer to me. “I know I may have said harsh things to you all those times, but I… his breath on my face.
“But you what Mason? I don’t want to talk about it.“I turned my head away.
“At least, let me know if the baby is fine.” I pressed my lips together. His breath smells like mint.
Fine. Since he wanted to know about it so badly, I’ll tell him, “You really want to know?” He moved back. I didn’t look at him, but i knew his breath was far from me this time.
I stared into the night through the window.
“I lost the baby.” My voice was <b>low </b>and soft; I dragged my breath to make it seem like I was trying to hold back tears.
I turned to look at him, but his face didn’t change, they were as emotionless as when he asked the questions.
“Satisfied now that you brought back old memories?” I scoffed at him. He was still silent. I tried not to look at him.
He has always been good at fishing out my lies, and I fear that if he looked at me with such a gaze for long, he would be able to tell that I am lying.
I don’t have any other choice than to lie; I fear he will try to take the <b>twins </b>from me if I tell him the truth.
I indeed have the resources to fight for the twins. I can hire the bestwyers in the world and ensure that Mason doesn’t stand
<b>chance</b>.
However, I don’t want that. I don’t want to have to fight for my children, who were abandoned and almost murdered by their father.
And I don’t want to admit it, but I’m scared of what Victoria is capable of doing to them. She knows that the pregnancy was Mason’s and she didn’t mind. She stated clearly that she doesn’t care about them. That they were better dead.
That she would never ept them as hers. She is capable of things I don’t want to imagine.
We sat in silence for the next minute. Each of us with our thoughts.
Chapter <b>56 </b>
His voice broke the vlence. I’m sorry, I squinted my eyes, “huh<i>?” </i>
“It must have been hard for you.” He scratched the tip of his nose.
Itilted my head to the side and pushed myself off the frame I was resting in.
Crossing my hand in front of my chest, I spoke, “You know you don’t have to pretend to be sympathetic.” I said.
“What?” I scoffed.
“Aren’t you happy? The baby was after all, your stepfather, and I know how much you despised the man.” I said in a sharp <b>voice </b>
“Well, that was<b>… </b>
I can still remember his words. “That was what?‘ I asked, but he didn’tplete his words, he just stood, but I noticed his <b>jaws </b>
ticked.
He walked into the closet at the side, and when he stepped out, he was holding a nightwear. He ced the nightwear neatly on the
bed.
“Freshen up ande down, I’ll make you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” The nightwear was red, made from silk material.
My stomach decided it was the best time to embarrass me by rumbling. “Come down, when you’re done.” And with that, he went out of the room.
Why was it so hard to figure him out? I want to know what’s in his head. What’s he nning? Did he truly buy my word about the baby being dead?
I stood and took off my dress.
Since Mason was out to make food, I was certain he wouldn’t being up any time soon.
Everything in the bathroom was the same.
After my shower, I stepped out, whistling under my breath.
I picked the nightwear and ced it on my chest; it ended on my thighs.
What <b>was </b>Mason thinking about picking this? It’ll make whatever I end up doing easier.
Just as I <b>was </b>slipping the nightwear over my head, the door opened, and Mason stepped in; he paused at the sight of me, and I put on the nightwear as <b>fast </b>as I could.
ring at him, I said, “The door is there for a reason, Mr. Woods.”
“No need to be shy, <b>I’ve </b>seen all of you.” One side of his lips pulledzily to the side.
He stepped forward, and I stepped back his eyes had changed, and now it was as though he was gazing at a prey.
The backs of my legs touched the bed frame. He didn’t stop walking towards me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
His eyes took me in, stopping on my chest, he grinds his teeth as though he was holding himself back.
I sat on the bed. The dress I wore earlier was behind me. He leaned over,
r, never breaking eye contact.
I felt something rush through me when he started bringing his hand closer. I bit my lower lip, my heart ramming hard against my chest. If he wants to touch me, I don’t think I’ll be able to refuse.
He swallowed, but his hand didn’t touch me; they reached behind me and picked the dress,
“I came to get your dress.” He stood straight, and I looked down at myp, pulling the nightwear.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“Oh…“”
“I’m taking it to theundry room.” He started towards the door.
“You cane down for dinner.” He said and walked out, mming the <b>door </b>a bit too <b>hard</b>.
I closed my eyes<b>, </b>trying to steady myself and muttering curse words under my breath, and then at myself for feeling something warm between my legs.