I calmly unlocked the glass case holding the dress, opened it, and then walked back to the guest room without another word. I couldn’t stomach watching their disgusting flirting any longer.
That evening, I was reviewing race data from different clubs when there was a knock at my door. It was Adele.
I didn’t want to talk to her, so I went to shut the door, but she shoved it open with her hand.
She stood there, towering over me with a smug, crooked smile. “Haven’t seen you in a while. You’ve gotten better at playing your cards, haven’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said flatly. “I need to rest.”
But she just sneered and stepped closer, whispering in my ear, “I heard you can’t get pregnant. Ever.”
My fists clenched so tightly they shook. I bit my lip and glared at her, heart pounding.
She looked pleased, like she’d hit a nerve, exactly what she wanted.
“Wanna bet how long it’ll take me to get pregnant with Sebastian’s baby?” she smirked. “Oh, and guess where that veggie juice you drank three years ago came from?”
I shut my eyes, forcing back the fury. My voice trembled as I said, “Get out.”