"Huh?" Mila blinked, wondering what the woman was talking about.
Cher covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laugh. "So you're really pregnant? And you thought I was his girlfriend. Does it make you feel less worried now that you know he's without a woman?"
Mila was about to deny it when her eyes fell on Zyran. He was also staring at her, and she quickly turned her face away.
As they stood there, the butler arrived with other servants who now pushed in trays of breakfast.
"Let's go have breakfast, darling. We'll talk more later." Cher tugged Mila's hand.
Mila was surprised at how playful and free-spirited this Montclair was compared to others. Despite having a mean face and sharp cheekbones that made her look evil, yet... she was nice to a total stranger.
Getting to the table, the servants opened the tray lids, and the aroma sent a wave of sickness to Mila's stomach. She turned around, holding her stomach.
