Chapter 68

The night air hung heavy with the scent of uncertainty as Russo entered the dimly lit room, his presence casting a fleeting shadow across the office. I sat at the desk, surrounded by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. The tension between us was palpable, an unspoken acknowledgment of the tumultuous emotions that lingered in the air.

His apology cut through the silence like a hesitant whisper. "Alissa, about earlier..." Russo's voice wavered, a rare vulnerability surfacing in the deep timbre. He approached cautiously, as if navigating a delicate terrain.

I met his gaze, my own eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and weariness. "What happened earlier, Russo? Why did you react like that?"

He sighed, the weight of his actions etched on his features. "I saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom cabinet. I thought you might be pregnant."

The revelation sent a jolt through me, the implications of his assumption sinking in. "Russo, I'm not pregnant," I stated firmly,