"Amy Andrews' child is yours."
Noah Bates dropped another bomb. Grayson Sutton stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning, murmuring incredulously, "What did you say?"
"Amy Andrews' child is yours."
Noah Bates repeated, using an even colder tone than before, "What a pity, with my last name."
Grayson Sutton felt a strong urge to splash the liquor from the cup at hand into this arrogant man's face.
"Are you being serious?"
Grayson Sutton's voice trembled a little, English slipped out of his mouth instinctively, "Oh Almighty, I didn't even know she was pregnant."
"Congratulations to you, and to myself. After she found out she was pregnant, she orchestrated a one-night stand with me, leading me to believe the child was mine."
Noah Bates wasn't sure at whom he was mocking, "How great, your child, my last name. I can't tell which of us is really betraying the other."
Saying it out loud was damn laughable.
Both of them were being played like puppets by Amy Andrews.