Chapter 874: What?
She walked out of the washroom, and all he could do was stare, trying to read her expression. But her face gave away nothing—it was utterly blank. What was he supposed to make of that? Was she happy? He highly doubted it. Was she angry, sad, or confused? Nope. Nothing. Just a perfect poker face.
"Are you okay?" he ventured cautiously.
She looked at him, her lips curling into a sarcastic smirk. "What could possibly happen to me after peeing?" she replied, her tone dripping with mockery.
He winced. Okay, so sarcasm was her coping mechanism. Noted.
Still, he pressed on, his nerves barely holding. "Is it... good news?"
Rafe couldn’t help but smile then, a cautious but genuine curve of his lips as she nodded her heas. "It is, right? That’s great! I mean, I know this whole thing must’ve been unexpected for you—an unplanned pregnancy and all—but listen, I can support you. Whatever you decide, I’m here. And, well, we’d probably need to get married before the baby’s born, but that’s okay. We’d figure it all out—"
"Rafe."
Her voice, sharp and cutting, brought his rambling to an abrupt halt. Arabelle stared at him, her expression still unreadable. Then, shaking her head slightly, she interrupted him. "It’s good news because I’m not pregnant. The test was negative."
For a moment, silence engulfed the room.