Page 253 of Damaged Mogul
The next time I see him, I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind, and I won’t mince my words.
What a piece of shit.
Chapter 48
Lily
My father huffed and puffed Gage was playing me for a fool, when in reality, he was being himself––the puppet master.
When Gage’s stomach growled, I asked Gérard to serve dinner. I still have so much to tell him. Best to do it on a full stomach.
I couldn’t even manage a bite of the chicken, but I ate two bowls of tomato soup with bread and cheese.
Gage was curious as to why I wasn’t eating the chicken.
I said I wanted to keep it light. When he asked why I wasn’t drinking the white wine, I told him with the heat, I preferred Perrier.
Luckily, he didn’t push.
I finish my apricot purée, and Gage scrapes the bottom of his crème brûlée bowl.
Do I rip off the Band-Aid now or do I wait?
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? From that serious expression on your face, it’s as if you’re trying to solve the world’s most complicated equation.”
Damn him for seeing right through me.
I drop my spoon on the saucer.
I sigh.
Here goes nothing.
“Those video clips broke me.” My voice trembles.
He reaches out for my hand. “Hey, that’s behind us.”
I nod. “But I didn’t know the truth when I got some big news when I was in Paris.”
He frowns.
You can do this.
I tell him about my bouts of vomiting and the fact I thought it was related to food poisoning. I also tell him about passing out in the streets of Paris and my visit to the hospital.
His eyes are the size of saucers. “Did the doctor find out what was wrong with you?” I don’t have a chance to answer. He keeps talking. “If not, we need to find another doctor. Can Gérard refer us to anyone? Surely, a former French president would have access to the top physicians in the country. If the French can’t figure out what’s wrong with you, I’ll fly in a doctor from the US?—”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
His brows knit together. “Why did you pass out if there isn’t anything wrong with you?”
I pull my trembling lower lip between my teeth. “Um… Err… Well…” Butterflies flutter in my belly
“Tell me.” His tone is bordering on annoyance.
You’re delaying the inevitable.“I’m… pregnant.”
Gage’s gorgeous face freezes.
