Lord Hendrix's POV
Exhausted, I sigh.
Natalie is a go-getter. Once she is set to get something or wriggle a needed response from you, she knows her way around it.
Not like I'm as uncomfortable as earlier, matter of fact, I've gotten more relaxed with the topic of discussion, but each minute, Natalie asks me a jaw-dropping question and shifts my equilibrium a bit... even worse than that.
"Can we not drag our unborn child into this?" I inquire gently, not sure how to defend myself anymore.
"Pardon me." She lifts her hands up in surrender.
I heave a sigh of relief, even though it's temporal. One minute of not being roasted by Lady Natalie is worth it.
"In all shades, it's different. The truth is that you know so, you're just being unnecessarily difficult." I conclude instead of defending myself further.
