Chapter 581

Inside the car, Damian held the steering wheel, his demeanor aloof and casual. The car moved at a moderate speed. The heater was turned out, so it wasn't cold at all. Sometime later, Damian asked, "Whose child are you carrying?" Zelda's long lashes fluttered slightly as she turned her head and looked at him dazedly. Frowning, Damian said with apparent impatience, "I'm asking you who's the father." "Oh, just some guy." She pouted, still remembering how furious Damian was over this. "Get rid of it," Damian finally spat out after a moment of silence. Zelda glanced at him in slight surprise. Under the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the car, his chiseled features appeared particularly striking. That statement seemed like something he had pondered over for a long time before saying it. After the words left his lips, Damian pressed them together tightly, as if burdened by an unbearable grievance. Zelda lowered her gaze slightly, worried that she might laugh if she