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Chapter 74: Did He Even Miss Me?
“Paying you back?” I said as Soren and I walked along the path to my cottage. I had only started my wor
k a few days ago, and I didn‘t have enough savings yet. But he wanted me to pay him
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtback? And he was leading me home. I felt panicked. What if
he wanted me to do something I wasn‘t ready for? Rosalie, stop thinking like that! I scolded myself.
Soren wasn‘t that kind of person, I should have known by now! He had a crooked grin on his
face, and even though I had never had a reason before not to trust him, all
of the thoughts before that I‘d kept in the back of my mind about how odd it was that he was being so nic
e to me, resurfaced. Who would do all of this without expecting something in return? No one.
So.. did he want something from me after all? No, no, I kept shaking my head. He wouldn‘t. I
must have thought it wrong, but what if… I felt like I was about to cry. What should
I do? I regretted so much that I didn‘t insist on not buying that expensive furniture. “Come
on, Ro,” he said, reaching over and tugging on
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmy hand. “Come into the cottage. I have something I want you to see. I think you‘re going to like it.” He
made that last statement in a sing-song voice. Cold chills ran down my spine. “I
think I might not,” I thought to myself. To him, I said, “I am pregnant, you know?” “I know,” he
said, his eyebrows furrowed. We paused in the foyer. “What difference does that make?”
“A lot,” I told him. I knew I was just making excuses when
I should‘ve been honest. “It wouldn‘t be… comfortable.” “Well, you can always just scoot back.”
“Only so far,” I reminded him. He shrugged. “Your tummy‘s not that big, and your legs are pretty long.
It‘ll be fine.” I couldn‘t figure out what my legs had to do with anything, so I just …