"Julian Anderson?" she called, confused. Her gaze settled on him inquisitively. Of all the places she expected to see him, it was never in a cemetery and not just any cemetery, but the very one where her mother lay, and at her mother's tomb.
She couldn't help but wonder what might have led him here. Did he have some unusual or fetish hobby that involved visiting cemeteries?
Jessica's gaze hovered over him, searching for any sign of delusion or odd behavior.
But his clothes were intact, his tie neatly knotted, and his suit crisp…a clear indication he wasn't losing his mind.
Noting her scrutinizing gaze, Julian took a deep breath and waited for her to speak. At this moment, he chose to tread cautiously. He couldn't afford to startle her.
His gaze flickered to the slight swell of her baby bump, and his eyes narrowed as a thought crossed his mind.
Is she pregnant?
Why haven't I received a report on this? Or did she intentionally conceal it?
