"Absolutely not!" Boris was taken aback by her response and hastily explained, "How could I ever see you as a mere vessel for reproduction? How could I..."
"Why wouldn't you?" Ziana growled lowly. "You scumbag!"
"No! I didn't mean that!" Boris felt anxious, and his thoughts became muddled. He hated the fact that he couldn't make himself clear no matter what.
Seeing Ziana getting ready to leave the bed in her agitation, he quickly composed himself and carefully chose his words. "Think about it. If I saw you as a reproductive machine, then I would forcefully take the child from you. But what did I do? I let you leave with the child. Please calm down and listen to me."
Ziana paused, her voice trembling. "If you don't like me, then why did you make me pregnant?"
"Who said I don't like you?" Boris looked into her eyes with utmost sincerity and said, "I like you."