Mentioning a baby sent Joey into a blind rage. With a sudden shove, she pushed Frederic away.
Stumbling back a few steps, her forced smile was laced with bitterness and frost.
"Mr. Adamson, I'm the wrong person you should be saying that to. Your heart belongs to the woman upstairs. If you want kids, she's the one you should be talking to, not me. I'd rather die than bear your children!"
Without looking back, she stormed off toward the rear garden, scoffing at the absurdity of it all.
What was this?
Some twisted collusion between him and Scarlett?
One pushing surrogacy, the other hurrying her to get pregnant.
Damn you, Frederic!
Why should your paternal ambitions involve me at all?
She found solace alone by the pond, silently nursing her wounds, replaying the saga with Frederic in
