Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Having hardly eaten a morsel all day, Cassandra gave directions to the Dustmeadow Mansion’s chef to
whip up some spaghetti as she got back.
The sight of the dish–loaded with carrots and minced meat–should’ve stirred her to chow down.
Instead, a swell of nausea swept over her just looking at it.
Initially, she chalked it up to running on empty for so long. But when she tried to lift a spoonful to her
mouth, she was hit by a wall of sickness that roared through her.
Cassandra bolted to the bathroom, caught in the grip of violent dry heaves.
It was one hell of an ordeal, feeling as if her insides got caught in a blender. It finally eased after what
felt like forever. Cassandra shook it off, only to find herself face–to–face with Ondo.
Sporting a nk stare, Cassandra looked at Ondo, gobsmacked. “When’d you get back?” she
stammered. It’s like he ghosted in without a peep.
Ondo’s face was a mask of indifference, his brooding eyes trained on her. “What’s up with you?”
A shadow of panic shed in Cassandra’s eyes before she gathered herself and lied smoothly, “I’m
good.”
“You sure about that?” Ondo pushed, a frown etching itself on his face.
Quick to put him at ease, Cassandra fired back with a bright smile. “Absolutely! What do you reckon
happened to me?”
Her eyes betrayed a fleeting panic before she managed to cloak itpletely.
Ondo didn’t miss the glimpse of her fluster. He bore into her with his deep blue eyes, as if trying to
see straight into her soul.
After a long time, he said indifferently, “Cassandra, you better not be pregnant.”
He didn’t say, “are you pregnant?” Instead he said, “you better not be pregnant.” Simr words, but the
meanings were miles apart.
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Cassandra’s eyshes fluttered, and an icy grip squeezed at her heart.
He had outright denied the possibility of her pregnancy without a sliver of hesitation.
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Cassandra looked dead into Ondo’s eyes, managing a smile. “If I was pregnant, would you let me
keep the baby?”
“There’s no way you could be pregnant,” he retorted, his assertiveness resounding in his voice and
mirrored in his steady gaze.
Ondo’s response carved a deep wound in Cassandra’s heart. It hit hard that he’d never even
considered that they might share a child.
She swallowed the hurt and managed a weak smile. “You seem pretty sure. Why the doubt? You
always made sure we were protected, remember?”
Save for the one night when he was too drunk to remember anything. That, however, was not
something Cassandra was ready to remind him of. She held herposure, no trace of emotion
crossing her face.
Her answer was exactly what Ondo wanted to hear. But her biting smile tweaked something in him; it
was as if a sharp barb had brushed past his heart, stirring an inexplicable difort.
Ondo’s frown deepened a little, and his gaze intensified. They held each other’s gazes for a moment
before he casually suggested, “If you’re feeling under the weather, why don’t you visit a doctor? I can
have Taylor set it up.”
Taylor York was Ondo’s secretary.
Cassandra shook her head in refusal. “No thanks, I can manage on my own.”
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“If your health’s on the line, don’t get all stubborn. Or do you want me to go with you?” Ondo
assertively added.
“Ondo, I said I’d go on my own. Besides, you and I are splitting up. Do I need to count on you for
everything? You think Reba would be cool with that?” shot back Cassandra.
Ondo stayed silent, his demeanor gradually turning icy.
Cassandra mentally reprimanded herself, ‘See? He doesn’t give a damn about you. You mean nothing
to him. The only woman he cares about is Reba.
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Ondo biting his tongue only drove her self–mockery deeper. A quiet standoff ensued. After a spell,
Ondo eased his frown, asking out of the blue, “Did you spill the beans about the divorce to the
Jackson family?”
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