His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 88

His words were chilling, laced with a raw fury.

Ignoring Conrad’s warning, the blonde woman’s smile turned into a predatory sneer. She advanced step by step until she stood directly in front of him, leaning in until her lips hovered just an inch from his. “Listen up, handsome,” she purred, her painted lips parting. “You’re not the only one. I’m her neighbor, and this week alone, I’ve seen several different men in her apartment, pressing her up against the wall for a quick screw.”

“You’re just her sloppy seconds,” the woman added, her gaze on Annika as sharp and merciless as a blade. With that, she turned and sauntered away, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement.

Annika had no idea who this woman was or why she would say such things. She looked nervously at Conrad, but his expression was calm, seemingly unfazed by the venomous accusations. A wave of relief washed over her, which she immediately found ridiculous. Why was she so tense? They had broken up. Even if she were seeing other men, it was perfectly normal.

Besides, Conrad had always assumed she was involved with Tyler, Harrison, and the others. What did a few more imagined affairs matter? Annika thought with a self-deprecating smirk.

“How did you get on her bad side?” Conrad’s voice was hoarse, the lingering heat of their earlier passion still evident.

“She’s just some lunatic. Don’t pay her any mind,” Annika said, clearly wanting to end the conversation.

When she turned to leave, Conrad protested, calling out her name. “Annika.”

She ignored him and kept walking.

Furious, Conrad strode after her and grabbed her hand, but Annika yanked it away with force.

“Annika, I let Harrison go, and I had Hank’s medical bills taken care of. What more do you want?” Conrad was at his wit's end. He’d never had to compromise with anyone in his life.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She tried to shrug off his hands, but he caught her wrists, his grip firm. The warmth of his palms sent her heart into a familiar, chaotic rhythm.

He was an addiction she couldn’t kick, no matter how hard she tried.

“You didn’t get rid of the baby,” he said, his deep eyes shining with a brilliant light. “I’m so glad.” He brought her fingers to his lips, his initial soft kisses slowly turning into gentle bites.

Annika hadn't expected to see Conrad in Eirlandia, so she hadn't bothered with loose-fitting clothes. She knew that at nearly four months along, her small bump was now undeniable. No matter how much she might deny it, it was obvious she was pregnant, and there was no way she could have conceived with someone else in such a short time.

She had fled all the way here, only for him to find her anyway. Realizing some things were unavoidable, Annika decided it was time to make a clean break.