"Stella York, are you pregnant?" he ground out through clenched teeth.
His cold gaze seemed as if it wanted to flay her alive.
He had always been careful with protection; there couldn't be an accident unless she had tampered with something.
At the thought, Lucas Scott wished he could strangle her to death!
"I'm not..." Stella gasped for air, her chest already feeling tight, and his grip around her neck made it even harder to breathe.
Her fingers clawed at his hand, but Lucas, seemingly provoked, didn't release her.
"How could you not be pregnant if you are vomiting?" Lucas glanced at her pale face with a chilly tone.
"I don't know," Stella said weakly, shaking her head.
She really didn't know.
She wanted a child, one that belonged to both of them, but he wasn't willing, and she wouldn't go against his wishes.
They had been together for so many years now, didn't he know what kind of person she was?
