#Chapter51

Ava's POV

The father of my baby. 

I knew that face by my heart and memories.

It was him.

There was no mistake. He Was the father of my baby.

His face was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

How the hell? How could this be possible? What was the possibility? What? 

I didn't even realise when I became a statue and started staring at him like he was the center of my world. Everything faded except for him. All memories of that night rushed to the front of my mind and began replaying like it was happening right in front of my eyes.

His approach.

His flirting....