‘I’m truly sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner, but the right moment never came.’ ‘The right moment?’ Luc scoffed. ‘And when would that have been?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Emma said honestly. ‘But I do know I didn’t want it to be like this, with both of us angry and upset. But we still have to find a way forward.’ ‘We?’ He practically laughed in her face. ‘We will decide how to play this? How are you going to raise a child? At the hotel in your freezing box room in the attic?’ ‘I’m lucky to have a roof over my head. And I won’t live here for ever. I’m saving each week to provide a better life—’ ‘Pennies,’ he scorned. ‘You’re saving pennies a week as you work yourself to death. How will you care for a child when you’ve made yourself ill?’ ‘The hotel is opening a crèche—’ ‘A hotel crèche for my child?’ ‘Why not, Lucas? It’s good enough for your staff,’ she blazed back. For once, he couldn’t disagree, but he soon returned to his original point.
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