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She is carrying my child. (40)

The stunned shock on Veer’s face lasted only a moment before his features hardened into something intense and deeply possessive. His large hand didn't move from her stomach; instead, his fingers splayed out, gripping her waist tightly as if anchoring her to him.

"My child," he muttered, the words a low, heavy vibration against her skin.

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