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Оглавление“The thing is, Mr. Valenti, I’m pregnant.”
Renzo Valenti, heir to the Valenti family real estate fortune, known womanizer and chronic over-indulger, stared down at the stranger standing in his entryway.
He had never seen the woman before in his life. Of that he was one hundred percent certain.
He did not associate with women like this. Women who looked like they had spent an afternoon traipsing through the streets of Rome, rather than an afternoon tangled in silk sheets.
Esther was red-cheeked and disheveled, her face void of make-up, long dark hair half falling out of a bun that looked like an afterthought.
Had she been walking by him outside he would never have paid her any notice. Except she was in his home. And she had just said words to him no woman had spoken to him since he was sixteen years old.
But they meant nothing. As she meant nothing.
“Congratulations. Or condolences,” he said.
“Depending.”
“You don’t understand—”
“No,” he said, his voice cutting through the relative silence of the grand antechamber. “I don’t. You practically burst into my home, telling my housekeeper you had to see me, and now here you are, having pushed your way in. Regardless, you’re not drawing this out and making a show, and I have no patience for either.”
“It’s your baby.”
