Chapter Thirty Four

Cesar paced to and fro in his office wishing the time would fly and it’d be tomorrow already but he knew he couldn’t do anything except to wait.

He picked up the letter again and read the parts where Chiara had mentioned being pregnant and then abandoning his son because she wasn’t ready and he felt his blood beginning to boil again.

“how could she?!." He seethed. "If she knew she couldn’t take care of the baby then she should have…” He paused and shook his head. He couldn't think like that. He was glad she'd not taken that option - abortion.

A knock sounded on the door and he sighed.

“Enter.” He called.

The door opened and Elyon walked in closing the door behind her gently. She looked well rested and beautiful. He still couldn’t believe she was going to be his wife soon. He was a damn lucky bastard.

“Hey babe.” He dropped the letter on the table and walked over to meet her. He pecked her lips. "Slept well?”

“Yeah. There’s something about that bed though." She mused. "I didn’t want to