My heart skips a beat at his words. Could it be possible? I push the thought aside, not wanting to get my hopes up.
Then, I face him, looking into his eyes, thinking about the possibility. The last time I had sex was with him, and it was our first and only encounter - two months ago.
I've had my period since then, so there's no way I could be pregnant. I shake my head in denial. "Logan, I am not pregnant," I say, knowing that our contract includes a clause about me providing him with an heir.
But before I can finish my statement, he places his finger on my lips, silencing me. He doesn't want me to continue speaking. His eyes lock onto mine, and I see a glimmer of hope there, a spark that suggests he wants this to be true. But I know it's impossible... or is it?
He looks at me with a gaze that's both tender and intense, his eyes searching mine for a glimmer of hope. I feel my heart racing, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be true? Could I be carrying his child?
"Logan, I..." I start to speak, but he silences me again, his finger still pressed against my lips.
"Don't say anything, Nadine," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "I believe you, Nadine. Please stop talking about the contract."
I look at him, confused. "Isn't that why you saved me? Because you know I don't have anywhere to go after everything that happened?" He looks down, his face filled with hurt. I wonder if I've said something wrong. "Did I say something bad?" I ask him, my confusion evident.