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THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD (THIRTEEN)

Lexie became even more awkward when Rafe wiped the spilled water from her lips to her neck with a tissue. She had never been treated this special by anyone. Especially a foreign man who just hours ago had yelled at her.

"Would you like another drink?"

"Not. My throat is not dry anymore. You been here all night?”

“I haven't moved anywhere since you were transferred to this room. I haven't even changed my shirt yet."

Lexie was stunned to see Rafe's appearance which was very messy and covered with blood. Rafe's face was gloomy and filled with tired lines. Seeing Rafe's condition made the guilt she tried to forget to surface again. She failed to keep the baby alive.

"You okay? You suddenly became silent.”

Lexie glanced at Rafe, then she lowered her face again. This time it was deeper until her chin was almost pressed against her chest.

"He's gone. Your baby dead."

"Don't think about it. He's still blood. He's not even a fet

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