The doctor's words echoed in his ears.
'So? She's really pregnant? And I'm really going to be a father!'
At that moment, his feelings were a tangled mess—he was happy, yet overcome with remorse, because just a short while ago, he had almost killed their child with his own hands.
He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Mrs. Grayson," he said slowly, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry..."
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Mika Summers didn't wake up until noon the next day.
Looking at the unfamiliar room around her, she sat up in fear.
'Where am I? How did I get here? Wasn't I at the hotel with Tristan Grayson?'
"You're awake..." a low, pleasant male voice said.
Hearing the voice, she frowned and turned around in confusion. The moment she saw him, she sat up straight and exclaimed in surprise, "Avery? What are you doing here?"
"I'm surprised you still remember me," Aiden Avery said, walking toward her with a wry smile.
"Avery, why are you here?" 'And why am I here, for that matter?'
