Chapter 202:
This time, his sleep could be noticeably more peaceful. Liam hit the floor with a thud, his confusion painting his face in the dim light.
What had just happened? And why on earth was he lying on the floor? These questions barely had time to form in his groggy mind before he dismissed them, too drowsy to care. He simply rolled over and nestled into the plush, warm carpet, finding comfort.
As dawn broke, Farrah’s eyes fluttered open first.
With the early signs of pregnancy ebbing into a phase of unpredictable sleep patterns, she found herself waking up with the sun more often than not. After freshening up and slipping into her day clothes, she made her way downstairs.
Settled in the living room, she was busy thumbing through messages on her phone when a cold, displeased voice cut through the morning stillness.
“Why are you here?”
Farrah paused, her heart skipping a beat.
She looked up to find Felipe standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with icy disapproval.
In that instant, her face mirrored a flicker of uncertainty, and she instinctively stood up from the sofa, as if readying herself for confrontation.
“I…” she began, her voice faltering. The sight of Felipe’s stern face reminded her of the task he had previously assigned to her.
“How could I have been so blind to your tricks? You even managed to slip into a private gathering.” Felipe’s misunderstanding brewed a storm within him as he stepped closer, his presence chilling.
“What are you up to? Is it Kristian you’re after, or are you getting involved with Trent Seymour and Liam, too?”
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Farrah hurried to clarify, shaking her head gently.
“Actually, Mr. Seymour instructed me to come and take care of…”
His anger erupted like a sudden gust, his voice hard and cutting.
“He just snaps his fingers, and you rush over like a loyal servant? Tell me, did you sleep in his room all night?”
“No,” Farrah responded sharply, desperate to crush the swirling assumptions.
“He needed my help with…”
“Did you get rid of the child?” Felipe interjected ruthlessly, his tone hollow, eyes locked on hers with an intensity that weighed down the air between them.
Farrah’s posture tensed, an instinctive reaction making her take a cautious step back.
“It seems you couldn’t do it,” Felipe noted, his voice eerily calm yet oppressively cold.
Retreating another step, Farrah faced him squarely, her voice trembling but firm.
“This child is mine. You have no right to force me to get rid of it.”
Felipe’s retort was laced with scorn.
“And when you were betraying me, did you think about that?” His stare was piercing, voice dripping with derision.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s taken care of myself. And don’t think threatening to end your life will stop me this time.”
This time, he was resolute, his tolerance worn thin, determined not to let her get what she wanted.
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