And as she spoke, Emilia began to pull away.
Subtly, still smiling, sliding her hands off his shoulders and taking a small step back to put distance between them.
But Mark didn't let go.
His hands, which until then had rested gently on her waist, closed firmly, holding her in place.
"What's wrong?" she said, somewhat nervous.
"Emilia, I know you're pregnant."
"…"
After that, neither of them said anything.
She simply stayed in his arms while the smile she had tried to hold onto slowly faded from her face.
"Is it true or not?" Mark pressed.
Emilia tried to answer, though she quickly understood any excuse would be useless.
Little by little, she ended up lowering her head, unable to keep looking him in the eyes.
"…Yes," she murmured. "It's true."
"I see, so what Luna said was true."
