Chapter 192

"This doesn't count, Alexander. I was drunk last night." "Being drunk doesn't excuse you. What, if someone commits murder while drunk, they don't need to go to jail? If someone forces themselves on someone who is drunk, is it not a crime?" Megan went silent. She couldn't remember a single thing from the night before. She had thought about it before—maybe she should just give him a kid. He loved children so much. And if their baby looked like him, she'd probably smile every time she looked at the kid. "Meg," Alexander murmured against her neck, not daring to meet her eyes. "You said yes. You can't go back on it now." Since forcing her into marriage hadn't worked, and she kept pulling further away, he figured he might as well push a little harder. If it meant being shameless, so be it. … Meanwhile, Angelina woke up groggy. Every step she took felt like walking on clouds—except they were the painful, bruised kind. After just a few steps, she yelped. What the hell? What did Chester