Chapter 391 Billionaire's Lies

• LATE NIGHT
• The apartment remained still, enveloped in the stillness that clings to something emotional having been dispelled. Eliana was snuggled on the couch, a knitted throw around her legs, and a heating pad on her lower abdomen. Her belly swelled gently beneath her maternity top as she breathed out, her hand lying over her swollen child like a reflex that did not need thought.
• Damian arrived with a hot glass of milk and her prenatal vitamins in his hand. "Still up?" he asked softly.