CHAPTER 52.2

"Do you really need to drink this?" he asked through his gritted teeth.

I wore my poker face and looked at him coldly.

"Yes. Why not? As far as I know, my role here is only that of a bed warmer, not a hen. So why are you angry about that?

I raised an eyebrow at him and was about to leave the kitchen, but he locked me between his arms and the sink.

I saw his eyes narrow as his jaw tightened. My back leaned against the sink after he brought his face closer.

"So you don't want another Arkan?" he lowly asked.

I bravely looked at him and frowned before folding my arms.

"Are you the one going to be pregnant? Are you the one going to give birth?" I asked sarcastically.

He didn't move, but he looked at me intently, so I met his gaze as well.

"If you want another child ASAP, then shove your dick into someone else's cave. Not on mine," I coldly said.

I turned to leave, but he didn't remove the hand that was blocking the sink.

I heard him breathe heavily, as if stopping himself from his own ange