Avni's POV Do you have a child?” he asked softly.“No! No!” I snapped, my usually pale cheeks flushing crimson as I turned my head away from him. When I mustered the next words, my voice had dropped to a trembling whisper, “No, I’m not.”How I had longed, in secret moments, to be pregnant—but I wasn’t. A solitary tear escaped, trailing down my cheek.“Forgive me, please. I’m sorry—I meant no distress,” he said, his tone not one of shock but of genuine regret for having upset me.I forced a small smile. “It’s all right. I suppose anyone might have assumed that. It was natural, I guess.”“You like kids, don’t you?” he asked with a warm smile.“Yes, I do,” I replied, feeling a gentle lightness as I recalled the pure sweetness of little ones. “They’re so sweet and pure at heart.”“I figured as much—that’s why you work here, isn’t it?” he said, and I merely nodded.There was an ease in our conversation that surprised me; talking to him felt unexpectedly comforting, as though his eyes held
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