Chapter 64: Who’s the Dad?

Cillian

“What the fuck was Miss Bethany talking about, Kensington?” I grit my teeth as I question Kinsley. As soon as we entered the manor, I mind-linked her to follow me to my room, where nobody can hear our conversation.

“I don’t know. Why are you stressing about it? Can you just… not…” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and rolls her eyes.

“I’m going to ask you this, just once. Actually, no. I’m going to keep asking you about this until you tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?” My jaw ticks waiting for her response.

“So what if I am?” She tilts her head and glares at me.

“Is that your way of admitting it? Does your dad know?”

“That’s like asking if I wanted my dad to murder me right now.” She walks to the window trying to avoid my burning stare.

“Why can’t I scent that you’re pregnant?” I would have known, I would have smelled her pregnancy hormones, unless the baby is too young.

“It’s too soon to scent. The baby is less than 10 weeks. I was actually surprise