"Well," he said with a smirk, "we could always make them take down every story they have—including the ones your dear Arthur came up with."
His tone was light, teasing, yet there was an unmistakable edge of mischief in his voice.
Angel's smile wavered ever so slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face as the weight of her thoughts settled in.
The realization that Tryson might be deeply shaken by the rumors Arthur had recklessly spread across the internet gnawed at her mind.
This—this was something she never saw coming from Arthur. But what baffled her even more was the absurdity of his claim.
How could he, of all people, suddenly declare himself as the father of her child when he had absolutely no idea who the real father was?
What had pushed him to make such a bold and reckless decision out of nowhere?
Still nestled in Tryson's arms, she felt the warmth of his palm as he gently cupped her cheek.
