"I...I think I'm pregnant."
"Of course, you are," Lucifel said, his gray eyes looking intently at her, not shocked.
"What...what do you mean?" Hazel asked, surprised that he didn't seem shocked. More like he was already expecting it.
"What do I mean? You said you are pregnant and is that not good news?" He said again.
Hazel stared at him as his smoldering eyes locked in hers, as if peering through her soul. Whatever was happening, Hazel was not having any idea why on earth he would expect that not to be a big deal. She looked at him again, not knowing what to say as she held her throat, already feeling irritated by the strange saliva that was in her mouth.
"So, who is the good news meant for? Who is responsible for your pregnancy?" He asked, feigning concern but deep down, he was bothered by the fact that the girl from fourteen years ago is probably right in his pavilion, waiting for him. What would she look like? Would she be able to recognise him?
