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“What's the matter, Miss? You looked bad. Why do you come back so soon? Have you met Mr. Sterling?" The driver, seeing Charlotte’s pale face, asked with concern. "No. Go back first." Charlotte didn’t want to explain, then she added, "don't tell anyone where I went today." After a moment of suspense, the driver nodded, "okay, Miss." Then the car moved away from Bellomont. * * Brian put Alessa on the big bed in his bedroom and grabbed a towel to clean her up. He called a maid to prepare hot water in the bathroom, and after that, he bent down to pick her up. Alessa shrank from his arms, murmuring, "I can wash myself." Brian stared at the blush on her cheeks, and then his eyes moved to her belly, his voice low and husky, "still shy, Mrs. Sterling?" In four or five months their baby wou