Chapter 459

Rosalind's stomach dropped as she stood downstairs.

Oh no. She'd definitely said too much.

Anger had clouded her judgment earlier. She'd wanted to defend Harrison, especially feeling protective of the unborn child. In her fury, the words had spilled out unchecked.

"You must have misheard!" she blurted into the phone. "I never mentioned a baby."

Nathaniel's grip on his phone tightened. "You specifically said I abandoned Harrison and our baby. Rosalind, what aren't you telling me?"

Guilt prickled at her. Thank goodness this was a phone call - Nathaniel would see right through her terrible poker face. "I told you, you misheard. No baby talk here. Why? Suddenly interested in children?"

The question caught Nathaniel off guard, silencing him.

"Exactly. You hate kids. I've got things to do. Bye." Rosalind ended the call abruptly.

Standing alone in his penthouse, Nathaniel stared at the disconnected line, brow furrowed. He knew what he'd heard.

Could it be true? Was Harrison pregnant?

A memory surfaced - Harrison once asking if he liked children.

His watch showed midnight. Oliver was staying at her place tonight. What were they doing right now?

Nathaniel turned on his heel and stormed out, heading straight back to Harrison's apartment.

The doorbell rang.

Oliver answered, looking annoyingly handsome and relaxed. "Mr. Falcon," he said without surprise. "Back so soon? Looking for Harrison?"

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. "Where is she?"

"Showering," Oliver replied casually.

Nathaniel's hands clenched into fists. "It's late. Why are you still here?"

Oliver smirked. "Late for you to be visiting your ex-wife, don't you think? I'm her boyfriend now - my presence makes sense. Yours? Not so much."

A cold smile twisted Nathaniel's lips. "She may be your girlfriend now, but she was my wife first. I'll visit whenever I damn well please."

Oliver countered, "You'll be interrupting our private time if you stay."

Nathaniel shot back, "I know every inch of Harrison's body. Nothing you do will be new to her."

Their verbal duel escalated, each barb sharper than the last.

Finally Oliver said, "Exactly. Ex-wife. Past tense. Over."

Nathaniel snapped, "Our relationship status is none of your concern. Don't you have your own life to meddle in?"

A soft voice interrupted. "Who's there?"

Nathaniel looked up to see Harrison freshly showered, wrapped in a champagne silk robe. Steam had pinkened her delicate cheeks, her skin glowing. She looked heartbreakingly beautiful.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him. "What are you doing here?"

"Excellent question," Oliver chimed in.

Harrison crossed her arms. "If you need something, say it now."

Nathaniel pushed past Oliver and grabbed Harrison's wrist firmly.

"We need to talk. Now."