"Get out..." Her voice trembled, her entire body shaking. She turned away from him, curling up. Her stomach was throbbing painfully, unbearably. Could this be retribution? But she wanted to keep this child, to become someone else's shelter. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and the pain became more intense...
She turned her back to him, her frail spine stiff, long black hair splayed out on the white sheets, a sight that pained one's heart.
He walked over, his large hand gently stroking her back, "Avery, listen to me..." He wanted to say that he was only acting with that woman, intending to divert Conny Hughes' spies' attention.
Aside from his scent, there was also a sweet perfume on him, one she was all too familiar with, because it was also Evelyn Yates' favorite, probably also worn by the woman who was just with him.
