Adrian kept down his fork and knife, and Grace knew what was coming. She had been watching him from the corner of her eyes, and the moment he put them down, she knew he was going to talk.
"I'm not sure of one thing. You are not occupying the same bed."
"We are." Christian collected, his tone full of Snark. "However, that is none of your fucking concern."
"Is it not?" Adrian questioned, the challenge visible in his voice and that made Grace stop chewing.
"No."
"Well, I'm simply concerned about where all the achievements that I have worked hard for in my life are going to go, given that you will clearly fail to give me the news of being a child in the next six months."
Christian clenched his jaw. "You wanna fucking face that condition on me when you clear it, not have that shit on you."
