"Are you sure about it?" Eve's voice trembled as her eyes filled with hope. She held his hands so tightly like a drowning person held for the last hope.
"But if that child is yours, it should be younger, I felt and I confirmed from a physician that it was already a month old at that time." She looked so desperate that Damien wanted to take the child out and show it to her that it had no essence of Harold.
But even then her fears would not go away. He pulled her into his arms but she wriggled and pushed him back.
"Answer me, first. How is that possible, Damien. If you are lying.." Damien shook his head.
"Why will I lie? Though I have never expressed it, you know that I will not ask you to get rid of the child because you cared for the baby. If I wanted to lie, I would have lied a long time ago." he touched her belly and closed his eyes.