Chapter 9 Bad Moods and White Dresses

Charlotte's hand froze, her glass hovering above the table, as Doreary's words hung in the air. She slowly set her glass down, her eyes locked on his, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Dorian stood up and said, "If Lyra is truly pregnant, then the child is mine."

"You are joking, there is no...

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