She opened her eyes, blinking back tears. “It does.”
“I thought you were better than that.”
“Don’t you think I want a father for Deny? Don’t you think I want
to give him the same loving family I had?”
“So why didn’t you?” John took a deep breath and said in a low
voice, “Badly done, Alize.”
She started to deliver a sharp retort; then stopped when she saw the
the stark expression on his face.
“Why are you like this?” she said. “Why do you care so much?”
“I don’t,” he said coldly.
“You do. You’ve always acted like you despise the idea of
matrimony and commitment and children—all of it. But you don’t,” she said
softly. “You care.”
Jhon pulled the Ferrari to an abrupt halt. He didn’t look at her.
“We’re here.”
Blinking in surprise, she saw they’d arrived at the enormous,
exclus
