Maxwell POV

My face was etched with worry as I dialed Kourtney’s number for the umpteenth time. Yet it kept ringing without a reply.

This has never happened before; I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage. A wave of panic washed over me. What if she is in danger?

My throat went dry at the thought of her being in danger, she is carrying my child and I wouldn’t want any harm to befall her. It was past 11 P.M. and she was yet to return from her workplace. I know how grueling her ...