“Yay, me.”
I almost frowned, but realised this could count as practice for handling a future teenage daughter.
I smiled sweetly at her—but she looked disturbed.
Her hands moved to her swollen abdomen, fingers tracing slow lines up and down. Maybe she was trying to self-soothe.
Or—
“Is the baby moving?” I asked, quickly setting my fork down.
She shook her head, and disappointment hit hard. I’d missed everything.
“May I be excused from the table, Your Majesty?”
I scowled and nodded.
She held the table as she stood. I almost got up to help her, but I knew she’d reject me.
“You’re sleeping in my room,” I called after her.
If she could’ve made a faster exit, she would have. Instead, she waddled furiously away—and all I could do was watch her ass jiggle.
I was pretty sure she called me a dickhead as the door shut behind her.
I stared at my plate and let out a long, heavy sigh.
She didn’t even thank me for dinner.
Chapter 26
Lucia
Where the hell did he learn to cook?
If he could cook that well, why had he left me to do all the cooking before? God, he was such a sly bastard.
I rubbed my belly, smacking my lips at the memory of that juicy chicken and those perfectly roasted vegetables.
Like hell was I sleeping in his bedroom. He could eat shit and die.
I groaned.
No, I didn't want him to die.
I wanted him to suffer.
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After I gathered my belongings from his bedroom and washed up, I took real estate-style pictures of the spare bedroom and en-suite, then sent them to Nahla.
Me:I’m safe. Thank you for everything.
Nahla:OMG. Is that gold mirror in the bathroom real? That bedroom’s the size of one floor in my house. Are you secretly royalty?
I chuckled. This was why I’d sent her the pictures of the ostentatious rooms. Plus, I didn’t want her to worry about me.
Me:Yes. Next time you see me, you’ll need to curtsy.
