Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 142

Victor takes Evelyn’s face in her hands, studying her. She watches as the emotions cross his face. Shock, then wonder, then happiness – and then sadness when he realizes that her sentence was in the past tense. Then disappointment, worry, perhaps a tinge of fear.

“But you’re…not? Weren’t?” he says, his eyes flicking over her. “Are you okay?”

She laughs and puts her hands over his on her cheeks. “Yes, I’m fine. It was a false alarm. My period was late, and I thought I might be…but I wasn’t.”

oosing his words carefully.

ill feel the same. “…I was really disappointed.”

the very real disappointment in his eyes as well. Evelyn feels a warmth grow in her.

little. “It’s okay,” she says, shaking her head a little. “You can’t be sorry over something that was never real.”

urse you can.”

ect light as she curls up against his chest. “At least I won’t be pregnant at the same time as Amelia, if that by some horrible turn of fate that turns out to be true. That would be

ion.

ster to the stairs.

s, looking towards the door as he climbs up b

brother? Is Amelia going to be his mom?”

ry about that.”

out you?” Ian asks, looking down at her from his

” Evelyn asks, tugging him down

curling up on her other side. “Are you going to have a baby?”

u want me to?”

ion on the subject.

looking at both of his parents. “If we can pick it.”

and Victor laugh.

his son.

each other again, their silent communication working quickly. It’s Ian that speaks next.

pick it. We don’t want to risk it being a girl.”

y memories for them.

he rumors.

always done. Victor considers this as the hostess walks him over to the table. He has to admit that she’s beautiful, incredibly attractive, deeply sexy. She always has been.

But as Victor takes in her smirk, her hand resting casually on her

hrough his veins, drawing him to her? It’s no longer there. Instead, if he searches for it, it’s pulling him in a totally different direction now. Towards home.

e takes his seat. A waitress places a menu in front of him, bu

leaning forward to rest her chin on her crossed hands. “I’ve missed you.”

as the waiter walks away.

ember what you like.”

stony stare. “I’ve come to lunch, as you’ve asked. Now tell me.”

mach like an expectant mother.

her drink off the table and taking a sip.

calling her bluff. Amelia never plays it coy if sh

him, a bit miffed to have her lie called like that. She had want

less you give me what I want, I’m go

face.”

shocked, a little, by her lack of power in the situation. When they had been mated, she had been abl

o have this child – you can’t convince me to –“

cy filled your script regularly in the months before the wedding.”

r not keeping the information secret – Amelia had counted on her silence.

ver, she orders a glass of wine to accompany her meal. When it’s delivered, she takes a long gulp.

. He moves the conversation forward, despite her glare.

you to stop messing with my family, my business? To stop going to the press with all of this ridiculous click-bait?”

“And that’s you giving me my life back.”