Chapter 218

"...I got it on the 27th last month. My cycle's super regular, so it should come again on the 27th. It’s not time yet." As Camila Harrington spoke, she turned off the mixer. Prescott Ellington had his arms wrapped around her, which made it pretty tricky for her to keep using it properly—any more shaking and the batter might’ve ended up on the ceiling. He went quiet for a second, his gaze dark and unreadable. Was he disappointed? His deep black eyes seemed even more intense now. But the next second, he snapped himself out of it. Maybe he was just overthinking—after all, they’d only recently started truly being together. Wanting a baby so soon might be rushing it. "Why'd you suddenly go quiet?" Camila set the hand mixer aside on the counter, turned around, and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek gently against his chest. Prescott probably really wanted kids, right? She could see it. He didn't say it out loud, but his silence gave him away. She wasn’t great with comfortin