Carrying His Heir After The Divorce

found Kara arranging w

voice soft, "Mr. Whitaker is

time he had summoned her in the six months they'd be

urning around. "T

ned with portraits of Whitaker ancestors whose painted eyes seemed to follow her. Her

pen the heav

window overlooking the gardens. He was in a Tom Ford suit, perfec

tch clicking shut. His handsome

e cut of his suit. He gestured with his chin toward the

ness a quiet defiance. She knew this moment was

the desk himself, the leather of his chair groaning as he sat.

said. It wasn't an expl

he folder, not on her. "This is the divorce agreement. The

she picked it up. The logo of Sullivan & Cromwell, New Y

open

receive: cash, an Upper East Side apartment, some negligible fund shar

ne. Anything but this unnerving silence, broken only by the soft r

lly asked, his tone laced wit

ontblanc pen that was already laid out for her.

older and pushed

s light, but the clarity of it cut t

ssed Julian's dark eyes. He hadn'

tion," Kara said, spe

e shrewd businessman replacing

eeting his gaze directly. "Not at any event, under any circumsta

w, silencing the prepared, reasonabl

s been so compliant, so gentle, were now

single word tight with s

d at the screen, and the ice on his face thawed instantly.

ion fully on the call. He walked around the desk and s

rness she had never heard directed at her, discussed

ace until his footstep

ng breath, as if trying to expel

ntered. "Ma'am, dinner is

ion smoothing back into its usual calm. "J

looking back at the blue folder t

hin against the wall. She kept her spine perf

. She walked to the window just in time to see the headlights of

to Seraphina.

ng started in her stomach, a wave of phy