Chapter 22

The pungent, sour stench quickly filled the car. By the time I managed to suppress the overwhelming nausea, a tissue appeared in front of me. I glanced up coldly, meeting Gavin's gaze. Perhaps his drunkenness had subsided, or maybe he was disgusted by the mess I had made in his car, but he didn't press forward. Taking the tissue, I wiped my mouth and threw it spitefully onto the seat. Seeing the state of his car, I felt a surge of satisfaction—serves him right! But he didn't seem to care. Instead, he stared at me intently. "Grace, are you pregnant?" My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't expected the pregnancy to be exposed so abruptly. Still, I worked hard to maintain my composure, casting him a cold glance. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I be pregnant?" I let out a mocking laugh. "Didn't you say I was infertile?" Gavin's face darkened as he recalled our argument about this not long ago. He didn't respond, leaving me uneasy as I wondered whether he believed me. Regar