Cesario wondered savagely. What did this unknown woman who kept her face hidden beneath the hood of her coat mean?‘Explain yourself,’ he ordered. ‘I do not have a child.’ The words scraped a raw wound inside him.‘Sophie is your baby. She was conceived on this night a year ago.’With an impatient oath Cesario shot out an arm and wrenched Beth Granger’s hood back from her face, sending a button flying in the process.He did not recognise her.He had slept with a few women since he had been widowed, but she was not one of them. Anger seared him. He was aware that his wealth meant that he could be targeted by unscrupulous women hoping to make easy money by claiming that he had fathered them a child. But this was ridiculous; he had never laid eyes on Beth Granger before. Perhaps she had hoped to convince the lawyers that it had been an immaculate conception? he thought sardonically.He subjected her to a slow, deliberate appraisal, taking in her tangled mousy hair and the drab, shapeless coat that looked as though she had borrowed it from a street beggar.‘I think not, Ms Granger,’ he drawled mockingly.
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