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I have no idea what you’re talking about. How do you have my number anyway?
It’s not hard to find. And I think you do.
I don’t appreciate rather elusive messages implying something coming from strangers.
Ah, so proper. I think you should be nicer to people who know your secrets.
I roll my eyes at the audacity and wrap my hand around my milkshake, pulling at the straw and enjoying the refreshing drink.
I’m starting to understand why my godfather dislikes you so much.
Obviously, this is a low blow, all things considered, but still. What he says sounds like a threat, and while a lot has been said about him, being kind and empathic wasn’t one of them.
If he wants something, he goes after it and uses any means necessary to achieve it.
Oh, so there is a character under all this perfect princess persona? I’m impressed, Jimena. You being such a doormat when it comes to my cousin made me question your sanity, but I’m happy to be proven wrong.
I place the milkshake back on the table with a loud thud, the sweet liquid splashing a little on my fingers while everything inside me goes still, and my heartbeat speeds up as panic creeps up on me.
I think I have your attention now, darling. So the secret I mentioned earlier? You’re pregnant. Which would have been shocking news in itself, but you’re pregnant with Florian’s baby.
My breathing speeds up, my hand squeezing around the phone while I will myself to stay calm and focus on the situation, racking my mind about where he could have found out the truth.
No one knows besides Luna, but she wouldn’t tell anyone.
Like I said earlier…it’s not hard to find out something. You paid the doctor generously for his silence, but you missed your chance with his secretary.
I can almost see the amused yet cold smile spreading his lips while his green eyes study me like I’m some kind of insect under him he’s ready to destroy.
Straightening up and exhaling heavily, I type my reply while already forming a plan to go to my doctor’s and rip his secretary a new one.
Let’s cut to the chase. What do you want?
Maybe I’m just writing to congratulate you on this blessing.
We both know you’re a shark who searches for blood. You found mine. So I repeat. What do you want?
He would not have sat on this information unless he wanted to use it against me somehow, or rather do his bidding, and I won’t act like some meek weakling.
He’s right, I’m a doormat when it comes to Florian, but that’s about it. And I’m so tired of hating myself for it, so I’m just going to forgive myself and move on with the sad fact.
I believe pregnancy is a sensitive matter, and the last thing I want is to cause any stress for you.
Was this supposed to sound sincere? Because you failed spectacularly.
Darling, you need to be careful, or I might like this fire of yours.
I’m not your darling.
That’s true because if you were, you’d already wear my ring and have the protection of my name. Something my dear cousin failed to do.
He clearly doesn’t hold back his punches.
We live in the twenty-first century, in case you missed it. I don’t need anyone’s protection. Besides, my family name provides me with everything.
Does it, darling?
I notice Briseis stopping by the bar as Lenora explains something to the bartender who nods at her and grabs a shaker, pouring different drinks into it. Which means I have around five minutes to finish this stupid conversation and school my features.
