Chapter 91 DESERVED

KATRINA’S P O V

I looked down and he was clutching something in his hand---still holding the ring that he had found underwater. My gaze traveled back to his face and I noticed that his lips were pale, but his cheeks were burning red, and it seemed as though he was having a fever. I controlled the urge to lift my hand and touch his forehead.

‘‘Katrina, please…’’ here he was again asking for my forgiveness. He looked shaken, like he did when he lost his father. His eyes were so sad that I wavered for a second. But then I remembered he was a liar and an actor, and my moment of weakness passed, and ice filled my veins.

He looked at me as if to say, ‘‘Can I come in so that we can talk?’’

I shook my head. ‘‘Aren’t you bothered at all by the fact that I have given birth to a child from another man? Don’t you feel disgusted?’’ I asked, and he was stunned and went visibly pale.