His hand slowly rounded up into a tight fist, and he retrained his gaze away from her face.
The thought of her with another man was too unbearable, his eyes closed and his heavy breathing slowly settled as he controlled the rising rage.
An urge rose within him, the urge to ask her one simple question,
'Is she mine?'
That child...
The answer to that question would change a lot of things.
Celine looked up at his back and felt a complicated mixture of feelings in her heart.
If she were to guess, she would conclude that he hadn't gotten much of a good amount of rest since he donated his blood the other day. Which wouldn't be good for him, not to mention how much he skipped his meals during work time. The thought made a mixture of worry for him and uncertainty to well up in her chest.
