Still playing coy with him even now, huh?
Their little prince is born already, so he, as the father, should get some acknowledgement, shouldn't he?
Xiya's eyes darted about, deliberately avoiding him, "What are you talking about? What am I hiding from you? Move aside, I can't breathe."
A corner of Khan's mouth curled into a smirk, his fingertip trailed along a strand of her hair as he murmured, "Let me be clear then, the child is mine, and I am its biological father. Until when do you plan to keep this from me?"
"Who said that?" Xiya's eyes widened, defiantly staring back at him. "Don't think that just because you saved me, you can spout nonsense. I told you already, I have a husband, you..."
"Alright then, why don't you explain to me why our child looks so much like me? Or perhaps you can give your husband a call right now so we can sort things out." Khan interrupted her, his gaze firmly locked on her.
