Chapter 242: The Chaste and Virtuous Widow
Chloe Simpson just sat there, staring unblinkingly at Lucas Hughes, unable to believe her ears.
What did he mean when he said that the child in her belly had absolutely nothing to do with him?
Over a month ago, that night it was clearly the two of them...
Suddenly, a jumbled series of images, and the memory of her own disoriented cries of "Alexander" from that night kept echoing in her mind.
Her heart sank with a heavy thud.
Chloe instinctively looked down at her own abdomen.
So, the man from that night wasn’t Lucas Hughes—it was Alexander Johnson!
The child in her belly wasn’t Lucas Hughes’s—it was Alexander Johnson’s!
No! Impossible!
She clenched her hands tightly, her fingernails digging into her flesh, breaking the skin.