CHAPTER 309: WHO IS THE FATHER?

"You know the answer to that question!"

"Yes or fucking NO! Am I or am I not?" Fiona asked again with more intensity in her eyes, even as Fervor stared right at her as he replied without so much as blinking, standing there with his hands still coated with conditioner and soap with which he had used to wash her hair.

"You’re not free, Fiona," he said as he opened his mouth to speak. His voice low but extremely clear that Fiona couldn’t have mistaken the words he said as he said them.

After he spoke, there was clearly no need for any more words to be said between them, and soon they both dissolved into absolute silence.

A few minutes later, Fiona proudly signaled for a towel, no longer interested in stretching the bathing time longer than it had to be.

A slight sense of satisfaction rose on her face as she watched Fervor head over to get one for her.

Spreading it out as she rose out of the tub dripping wet, and grabbing it as fast as she could and wrapping it around her body, ensuring that it covered most parts of her.

Before the scars, she had been exceedingly proud of her body, but now, Fiona didn’t feel proud and all she felt was the urge to cover herself in a way that would ensure that no one had to look at her.

In a way that would ensure that she herself didn’t have to look at her own body, as she stepped out of the tub wanting to change back into longer clothes as fast as possible.

Her scars were horrid, and the ones on her face were even worse as they gave her a grotesque look like that of a scaly monster.

Fiona headed straight to the room and began to change back to her normal long-sleeved clothes, not caring about whether or not Fervor looked, confident that he wouldn’t.

No one in their right mind would... but Fervor did. His eyes fixed on her even as she changed her clothes and went as far as to pick up a hood to try and cover her face.

"You’re indoors! You can cover up when you head out! Moreover, the servants already know what you look like!" he said, but his words—light as well—sounded like an insult in Fiona’s ears as she felt her breaths become strangled as she struggled not to lash out at him.

Doing her best to ignore him as she went ahead to put the hoodie over her head, she spoke next in a tone that made it clear that she would rather not have to bear his presence unless she had to.

"Why are you still here? You can serve me another time! Leave!" she said as she dropped onto the bed, speaking in a tone she would use for servants with a slight smirk on her face.

Only to realize even after she had dropped on the bed lying on it that Fervor was not only yet to leave but he continued to stand right beside the bed, staring right at her.

With a loud groan of annoyance, she snapped her eyes open, looking straight at him as she shot him a questioning glance.

"What?" She went as far as to open her eyes, wondering what else he could possibly want after forcing her to take her bath and going as far as to help her dry her hair.

Only to hear him say words that not only surprised her but also made her jerk up and jump off the bed.

"Since you look presentable, I figured you might want to see the pregnant woman I brought in!" he said to Fiona’s visible and complete surprise.

It was big enough that for the first few moments, she found it hard to believe Fervor’s words—that he had indeed not intended for her to get pregnant from the beginning.

"You jumped out of a window! You’re clearly not in the right state to bear a child!" he said, and he continued to speak as Fiona kept looking right at him with a slightly stunned look.

"I figured bringing up the first option would make it easier to accept the second!" he said, and Fiona frowned, her expression becoming more stony than before, even as she stood silently without speaking for the next few minutes until Fervor decided to be the one to break the silence.

"I can bring her here, or we can head out to meet her! She’s already pregnant and she has a bump!" Fervor said, and Fiona instantly nodded her head in response with a more severe expression on her face.

She knew that Fervor was keeping things from her, but it was already enough that he wasn’t trying to force her to give birth to a child.

’If there’s a pregnant woman, then she might as well be the one to bear the child!’ Fiona wondered to herself as she slowly followed behind Fervor, who led her right to her office.

He had just pushed the door open for her to enter, with her going in when she raised her gaze and saw the woman sitting down with a soft smile on her face as she caressed her belly.

Fiona still had a hood over her face, but that didn’t prevent the scars on her face from being seen, noticing the instant the woman’s eyes settled on her face, a bit of disgust flashing in her eyes which she tried hard to mask as Fervor walked closer to stand by her.

"This is Carissa! Carissa, this is Fiona!" Fervor said, introducing them with a blank look on his face.

"Carissa’s job is to give birth, and Fiona, you’ll pass off the baby as yours in the public eye. Just until my place as Lord is permanent!"

"A couple of years should be good enough!" Fervor explained, looking from either side, satisfied to see that Carissa was beaming at him and fully nodding her head even as Fiona glared at Carissa like she would like nothing more than to take off her head.

"When the baby arrives, what’s her job description?" Fiona asked with a stone-cold look on her face, asking Fervor, but instead of responding, Carissa opened her mouth to speak instead.

"Taking care of the baby! You won’t be able to in your condition, so to others, I’ll be nothing but the nanny!" Carissa responded, which made the frown on Fiona’s face deepen even more.

Her father was Lord, and she had always been in a position of power, which was why she couldn’t help but be irritated by the fact that a servant would dare to speak directly to her, going as far as to show disgust to her face.

"She’ll live here too!" Fervor added, but he had just spoken when Fiona was already speaking at the same time—but to Carissa.

"Who’s the father?" she asked, unable to hide or bury her curiosity any longer.