Kapitel 872: Pregnant Or Not?

Arabelle stared at the pregnancy test in front of her as though it were a demon summoned straight from hell. In truth, she would have preferred an actual demon, horns and all. At least she knew how to deal with those. This, though? This was terrifying on an entirely new level.

She was only a week late, barely enough time to panic—or so she had told herself for days. Gabe, ever the calm voice of reason, had simply shrugged when she'd brought it up. "Just go with the flow," he had said. As if that were an option when her brain refused to think straight.

And then there was Rafael. Why did he keep asking to meet her? It had been three weeks since that night, and she'd been certain he would move on by now. Men like Rafael Ignis, with their princely titles and flawless reputations, had no business lingering over someone like her. They were supposed to have better things to do, important lives to lead, and distractions to chase after.