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“He’s mine, isn’t he?” Rohan ground out. His tone was implacable.

Charlotte wasn’t up to this. She was a lost soul. She was acutely aware of the pronounced pallor beneath Rohan’s golden-olive skin. He was in shock too. She wanted to touch his face. Didn’t dare. She felt sorrow. Guilt. Pity. Remorse. Her heart was fluttering like a frantic bird in her breast. She had to work out how to deal with the whole momentous issue. She needed time to think. She allowed a fallen lock of hair to half shield her face.

“Is that why you’re trembling from head to foot?” he asked curtly. “Christopher is mine. My child.”