90.

Eros’ POV

I smiled at the happy faces beneath me. I can see the love sick look in the ladies eyes and the envy in the men’s eyes. They should be looking at me this way. There is no one who can revive a company in three days. I owe Dalia a debt.

But the way she is looking at me...

I don’t like it. I can see the hatred in her eyes and there is nothing I can do to quench the fire behind it. She must have been confused when the lights shone on her. She would never prepare for the surprise I have for her.

“There she is,” I smile and the crowd cheers her up. The moment she stepped out of the white sleek car I sent, I nearly drooled at her revealing dress.

I know I had been naughty, choosing such a dress for a pregnant woman. But Dalia doesn’t look shabby as a pregnant woman. She glowed. I could see how embarrassed she was when the paparazzi followed us. At some point, she tried to adjust the bralet.

I had to stop her before she made a fool of herself. Even now, she is trying to hide hersel