She wore a sapphire blue cotton knee dress, with a delicate white lace collar that hugged her figure perfectly as she made her way down the stairs toward the dining room.
Zeran was already seated, waiting for breakfast. His eyes remained glued to his tablet, completely unbothered by her presence.
"We're leaving together this morning for the genetic test," he said flatly, without sparing her even a glance.
"I'll go to Renar's penthouse after that to pick up my things."
"You don't need to. I've already bought and prepared everything you need."
"But I want my things! I'm not comfortable wearing underwear bought by a stalker."
Zeran finally looked up and smirked. "That stalker's gonna be the one easing your heat every night. Watch your mouth."
The usual Lethia would've snapped back without hesitation. But right now, she could only feel her defiance shrink under the weight of his words. Why? Was it because he truly was the father?
