CHAPTER 87

Alex

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This man’s presence was mentally wrenching and physically gnawing. Almost thoughtfully, I sprang up to my feet, and with a quick gait, I marched to the hallway.

My shoulders mistakenly bumped into Uncle Niall’s as I passed by. But no apology, not even by mistake, left my lips.

The yellow lamps fixed on the white paneled walls fell on Mia’s surprised, stricken face; her eyes wide and her mouth struggled to close.

A feigned smile effortlessly walked its way onto my lips as I cradled Mia in my arm. “Mia, what are you doing here? It’s quite late; return to your room.” I rubbed her bulging stomach with my left hand. “You need to rest well.”

Uncle Niall faced Mia. “Boredom is neither good for you nor your baby. You shouldn’t spend all day in your room.” He turned to me. “Think about my proposal. Let me help you out.” After walking past the three abstract paintings that adorned the wall, he turned to the left and disappeared into the hallway that led to his room.

Facing Mia, t