Stiffly, she backed out of the wardrobe, casting a wary glance at the door–thankfully, no one was there.

It took a while before the man emerged, his casual attire starkly contrasting with his usual suits–more youthful and rakish.

Whitney’s eyes darted around nervously as the man approached, studying her crimson face.

His gaze playful, he teased without hesitation, “It’s natural, isn’t it? How else did you get pregnant?”

Speechless, Whitney could not fathom why he would even mention it. She fled, feigning ignorance.

Watching her retreat, the man’s handsome lips curved into a smile.

In the hallway, Whitney cooled down until her stomach growled audibly.

The man stepped out, hearing it, and his expression darkened. “Have you not eaten all day?

Is this how you treat my child?” He glared at her belly solemnly.

Embarrassed, Whitney glanced at her watch–it was already four in the afternoon.

She hung her head, “Sorry, I forgot…”

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Chapter 13

he

obeyed, following him to the Southern Elegance Club’s

a pregnancy–friendly meal, the manager nodding respectfully at his every

dizzying profile, wished she could see past the mask

me for the meal?”

eat off the pregnancy menu.” No sooner had he finished speaking

was not her, and shot a glance at

His face tensed slightly.

rosy hue. “Have you

her a look that

stayed quiet, seated obediently, but nudged

took a

Since they were not

manners.

some vegetables–beans, corn–landed

frowned, “I

baby does,” he stated

twitched. A barely one–month–old

she was just a

disheartened, a woman approached their table and snapped a photo of Whitney

by a sneer. “Well, Whitney, you’ve got the guts to dine

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