"Was the child conceived that time?"
Michael Gordon knew he was asking a rhetorical question, but he still asked anyway.
"Yes, it was that night!" Ivy Aretha whispered, nodding her head lightly. Her voice was very soft, and she dared not move her body. Although she was angry inside, the words she said didn't sound the least bit angry.
Perhaps after all these years, there was no anger left to be had.
"If that's the case, you should hate me!" Michael Gordon stared at her intensely, his gaze almost demanding, "You should be seeking revenge on me. Why do you always try to avoid me when you see me? Is it because you're afraid I'll try to take the child away from you?"
From their first meeting, Ivy Aretha had been subconsciously avoiding him, and their interactions had been deliberately arranged by him.
Even during their blind date when Ivy threw coffee all over him, it was because he had provoked her first.
"The child is part of the reason!"
