Betty’s POV

I stayed quiet after his question.

The room became more tense by the second. Even the faint sound of the air conditioner humming somewhere in the suite felt too loud against the tension pressing between us. Ivan did not look away. He sat there with one leg crossed over the other, calm as ever, like he had not shattered something inside me hours ago.

My gaze drifted to him unwillingly and froze. My heart skipped an uneasy beat. He was staring at my stomach. The gesture was brief, ...