PREGNANT BY CONTRACT
Aaron got out of the car and followed, walking ahead of her into the house without saying much.
The interior was spacious and cold. Everything was symmetrical, neat, and expensive—but there was no human warmth. Only neutral paintings, white marble, an unlit fireplace, and the artificial scent of lavender from an automatic diffuser.
“I’ll show you to your room,” the woman said politely.
Bella followed.
The room was in the east wing of the house. Spacious, quiet, with windows overlooking the backyard. The bed was covered in gray linen. On the nightstand, there was already a wardrobe key and a set of casual clothes that looked brand new.