Chapter 482

She's pregnant... Alexander Brooks furrowed his brows. In his dream, Ryan Harris died early and never had any kids. Who would’ve thought Megan Miller would end up this lucky in real life? “What’s with that look?” Vivian Grant pinched his face, half amused, half annoyed. “Don’t tell me you’re even jealous about that.” “I’m not,” Alexander denied flatly, obviously not admitting that, deep down, he was just a tiny bit bothered. What bugged him was that Ryan almost stole his girl. What bugged him even more was—he came into her life just a little too late. If he’d found her earlier, Ryan wouldn’t have mattered at all. “Honey, I’m not trying to meddle in the Harris family's business, but Megan is Angelina’s third sister. And the reason she lost her first baby was because of all the crap Daphne and I went through. I can't just stand by,” Vivian said, tugging his arm, trying to coax him. Alexander blinked: Sure, the “honey” sounded sweet, but was she only throwing that word out because of some