Chapter 573. What Is It?

Proserpina

A feeling of foreboding filled me as we hurried down the corridor.

We had moved through the crowd of people who were milling around, drinking, dancing and eating. Many people had stopped us, thrusting their hands at Lucien, offering him their congratulations. Inquisitive eyes had roved over me and I had felt conscious of my full belly. i could feel the whispers: Her children are getting married and the old cow is still breeding.

Sensing my discomfort, Lucien jerked me closer; What is it? he rumbled. I looked into the eyes of my lover, the man who shared seven children with me and I shook my head. My silliness could wait; I loved him and did not want to burden him with my foolish thoughts just now; he was already under a great deal of stress.

My Mafia Don was astute enough to read my mind. With a small smile, he grunted,

'Whether I keep my Woman with child or not, is my business. "

I dimpled though I knew that this would