CHAPTER 107

Katherine sat at the dining table, her fingers curled around a cup of green tea. The warmth seeped into her palms, but it did nothing to ease the discomfort in her body.

“You look pale dear,” Amanda said and then her eyes flickered to Katherine’s stomach. “Is it the baby?”

Katherine’s gaze darted across the room where Ethan was reading a newspaper. Or pretending to.

She could feel his gaze flicking toward her every so often. It wasn’t her imagination anymore. It was him and he didn't hide it. It was readable.

“Perhaps,” she spoke silently.

Every time she walked past him, his eyes followed.

Every time she...