“I am pregnant.” Fumbling with the chain on her leather purse, lips folded, Grace waited for him to say something. She had left the office earlier than usual to come to his place. “He has the right to know, ” Imelda had said. Well, that was what she was doing. “I am with your baby.” His forehead burrowed; eyes fixed on her face. Didn’t he understand what she meant? “What?" He muttered, "Please sit down.” She didn’t realize she had been standing since she’d walked into his house. Her news had wiped the grin he’d had earlier, he sighed and ran his hand on his head. “Sweetheart, please sit,” he added. One leg over the other, she avoided sitting beside him and collapsed on the sofa opposite his. He was staring at her, opening and closing his mouth. Was that a smile gradually building on his face? She knew it—he had planned this all along. She shook her head violently, swallowed a sob. “This won’t work, Kay.” Her face hardened. “I can’t do this.” “W
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