My stomach twisted at his words. I wasn't sure what he was referring to, but i had no doubt that this conversation would not end well. I crossed my arms, trying to steady my nerves. "What are you talking about, Liam? What business?"
Liam chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Don't play coy with me, Isabella. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "The baby. My baby."
My heart slammed against my chest, and i took an instinctive step back, my hand subconsciously moving to rest over my stomach. "Liam, I told you before... this child—"
"Is mine," he interrupted sharply, his voice rising. His eyes flickered with something unhinged, something desperate. "You can't deny it. You knew it from the start."
