Connor did a double-take.
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?" He asked incredulously, seeming more enthusiastic than James was at the news.
Emma nodded, smiling.
'I'm going to be an uncle,' Connor told himself.
'I'm to be an uncle,' he repeated.
'The child you're carrying is a golden Carrington heir, my my,' Connor murmured.
And he thought James wasn't that much a family person. By the look on James' face, he now believed otherwise.
He breathed in relief.
'Another step back from the throne, I couldn't be more grateful,' he murmured next.
It seemed like he was insincere, but he truly was. He had never wanted to gain kingship. He was just a prop to be used in the grander scheme of things, so nothing was ever expected from him.
