Vengo gulped in reply.

"We needed a gynecologist so I don't see a problem with Audrey doing that. It's not like they're going to start asking questions. She went there because she was pregnant, not because she was. was shot. Nothing suspicious."


Everyone was excited about it, except for Michel and Fanny who kept quiet.

"So in six months, we'll have a baby in the house. God, we need more recruits to protect this place." Carlos added as he took a large sip of his drink.

Audrey rolled her eyes.


"Can we please be happy and not talk about things like that for once? I want to go shopping and prepare a nursery. Gwen, Fanny, let's do it."

Fanny looked at her in surprise.


Shopping? She wondered how that would work when she wasn't allowed out.

However, she didn't get a chance to ask as Gwen immediately cut in.

"Oh, that's right. Hey, I want to give the baby a bath too?"

"That's right. Yes. Wait, when do we need to do that?"

Gwen shrugged, reaching across the table for another fruit.

"Before the baby is born, shall I say maybe in four months?" She replied, biting into a piece of melon.

Audrey's face sank, setting down her fork in frustration.

"Oh, we can't do that then. Michel's wedding is in four months."

Fanny's head throbbed with shock. What? Did she mishear?

She suddenly had a crippling pain in her temples while her intestines felt like it was being cut into small pieces.

"That's right." Gwen agreed, confirming what was just mentioned.

Fanny looked around the table in desperation, trying to find any signs that she wasn't crazy.

She immediately found Andy's gaze on her, giving her an apologetic smile.

Oh my God. So that's the truth. Michel is engaged.

Turning her face toward him to find him, she saw him simply return his gaze, nonchalantly continuing his meal, not acknowledging any part of the dinner conversation with a response.

He just sat there, seemingly completely undisturbed by what had just been said while she felt herself being extinguished by the sheer impact of it all.

---

Why does this bother him when she's upset?

He shouldn't care what she thinks about his upcoming wedding or what this means.

His engagement is simply business and he doesn't need to justify any of it to her.

Then why.

Why couldn't he get her shocked expression out of his head?

Her pale face had somehow turned pale the moment Audrey uttered those words and when Fanny asked permission to leave the table, why did he only have two seconds to get up and run after her?

He took a commander's patience to keep his poker face and continued to look as if he couldn't care less.

Michel paced the room, running his fingers through his hair.

Should he go see her?

What is happening? Why does he think so?

Because her room is right across the hall.

He actually shook his head when he stood still, grasping his hair with both hands as he growled loudly in frustration.

This is not him. He has become a pathetic man and cannot even recognize himself even if he wanted to.

Scolding loudly, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and started typing a text message angrily.

No, you have to put an end to this madness.

---

Kaylin opened the door and saw Michel standing there.

She took the time to let her gaze linger on his body.

As always, he wears a crisp black suit with a black shirt underneath.

Yet somehow his normal self seems to be shaken, his hair blown by the wind as his tie is slightly off.

Even his shiny black shoes had a few scratches on them.

Curiosity made her better.

"Did something happen?"

"Shut up, Kaylin." He said, raising his hand as he forced himself into her apartment, closing the door behind him and locking it.

He's not here to talk. He's here to make love to her.

Part of her is angry at being asked to be quiet and she almost opens her mouth to tell him exactly what she thinks.

But there's something in his eyes that tells her he's just waiting for her to talk back so he can hug her. So, in the end, she just pursed her lips and said nothing.

Michel stepped closer, running his fingertips along her jawline.

"It doesn't matter what happened. All that matters to you is what I want. Got it?"

She nodded, a sweet shiver filling her.

"Good girl." Michel looked at her again then grabbed her shirt. With one quick move, he tore it apart, the remaining buttons shooting across the room.

A stubborn button remained at the bottom and he repeated the gesture, leaving her shirt completely ruined by the sound of ripping the material.

He didn't stop before pulling it away from her and tossing it aside.

Just do it. Just do it.

A growl begins deep in his chest as he looks at the pale pink silk corset with black lace ribbed and five silver hooks on the front.

Yes, that's what he needed.

A sexy woman. Not an innocent girl. He needs to get this confusion out of his head.

His hand drifted down and he grabbed her breast, teasing it with his thumb under the silk.

He leaned forward and bit her ear lightly, his hot breath brushing against her neck.

Kaylin glanced at him, moving her lips as if she wanted to tell him something.

His behavior is odd. Too sudden. Even more than usual...

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" Michel asked, one eyebrow arched as if challenging her.

She swallowed, shaking her head again.

Michel was already looking very upset so she didn't want to anger him any further.

And he can see Kaylin understands that.

She better shut up and just makes him happy. He is not interested in making his life more complicated than it is right now.