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87. No good
Celia’s POV
I am lying flat on my stomach being semi naked, my hands rested under my chin. He is beside me looking at the ceiling and lost in thoughts. After a prolonged silence, I tried to make a conversation. “Shall we..”
“That morning, when I was going to London, you knew you were pregnant. You seemed disturbed and I felt that something is off. You were hiding that truth. And I know, Celia. You are hiding something again.”
I lick my lips getting ready for this inevitable conversation. “I wasn’t sure that I was pregnant. It is just my emotional state running from here to there. I have been over thinking. I am sure as hell it sucks and you don’t start that too. Come on, our French toast is waiting.”
He smiles a little and let this go which is so unlike him. Maybe, he is trying to give me space. He didn’t ask me if I will join the sh
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