Chapter 67 Love Story Part One

• Conor sat there, stunned, his mind reeling from Brielle’s revelation. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. The thought of Brielle carrying Elijah’s child was almost too much to bear, and a part of him struggled to grasp the reality of it.
• His hands, resting in his lap, clenched into fists as a storm of emotions welled up inside him. Anger, sorrow, and an overwhelming need to protect Brielle battled for dominance. He looked at her, her delicate frame trembling with fear and vulnerability, and he felt his resolve solidify. But when he tried to speak, his voice faltered, stammering out broken words.
• “Brielle, I—I don’t know what to say. I—” he stuttered, his voice catching in his throat. He wanted to tell her that it didn’t matter, that he would stand by her no matter what, but the weight of the situation made it hard to articulate his feelings.