295 Two Mistress of the House (3)

Ayla nodded with a smirk. "Of course, it's true, Mr. Han. Have you forgotten that you were the one who took my innocence? I didn't want to tell anyone until I was sure about the baby. Your grandmother was over the moon when I told her we're expecting."

Alistair's fists clenched as he tried to control his anger. He couldn't believe Ayla would stoop so low to get what she wanted. He had no feelings for her, and he never would. But he couldn't easily brush off her claims, as the blood-stained sheet he'd seen the following morning after sleeping with her proved that he was the one who had taken her innocence. 

Alistair felt confused and furious, questioning how he could have been careless and irresponsible. The weight of the situation now rested heavily on his shoulders, knowing that he had to confront the consequences of his stupidity.