NATASHA POV

Caught in a dilemma, I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. As usual, he exuded a cold and distant aura, his sharp and ruthless gaze focused straight ahead.

We just arrived from the hospital.

“Arthur !” I blurted out. My palms grew a little clammy as I clutched my bag; it was probably due to my fraying nerves.

“Speak.” This single syllable was barked out without a trace of emotion.

He had always treated me like this anyway. After a good few seconds, the tension gradually left my body as I calmed my nerves. Taking a deep breath, I announced, “I’m...” Pregnant.

I had merely...