Chapter 48

VERONICA I stared at the cold, selfish man standing right before me. His blazing gaze met mine, and for a moment, I was startled. They were burning, accusing, and—hurt. A displeased frown shrivelled my brows as I questioned, “what are you doing here?” Christian, however, didn't reply to my query; instead, he stepped forward, aggressively violating the distance between us, and stopped right before me when my breasts were almost touching his sturdy chest. His delating gaze swept across my face with a hard glare, “why?” He asked suddenly. “Why did you involve him in my children's lives?” I gasped at his words at first, unable to understand. But soon, I realized who he was referring to: William Denston seems to be his problem. So, he knows. Fair enough, but he has no right to question me. My expression hardened as I raised an eyebrow at him, folding my arms across my chest. “And who are you to judge?” His jaw clenched, and his face tightened. Blue eyes dilated with darkness. He seemed abou