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LIORA'S POV;
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the kitchen as I set the last dish onto the table. I felt a rush of excitement.
I am very happy because of what happened between Ronan and I yesterday. What happened was pure Bliss and I understood with him when he said he needed to rush back home before Nikolai gets here.
I mean, it will look awkward when I haven't yet spit out the truth that Max wasn't the Father of the child in my womb but Ronan is. I needed to clear out this, first.
I adjusted the table settings, ensuring everything looked perfect, then glanced at the clock. He'd be here any minute.
Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening, followed by familiar footsteps. “Liora?” Nikolai’s voice called.
“In the kitchen!” I responded cheerfully, wiping my hands on a towel. He entered but not alone, alongside Ronan. Looking all handsome as ever.