But Enrico didn’t move. He didn’t take her hand. Instead, he stood by the doorway, his hands slipping into the pockets of his tailored trousers. His expression was one of restrained anger, the controlled edge of a man who was holding back far more than he was willing to show.
“Is it true?” he asked, his voice low and controlled, but there was an undeniable hardness to his tone. His eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of deception. “The nonsense you told the doctor… Is it true?”
Carmen’s smile faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered, her hand dropping to her side as she met his gaze. “It’s true,” she said softly, her voice steady, though there was a slight tremor beneath the surface. “I’m pregnant, Enrico. You can confirm it with the doctor if you don’t believe me.”
Enri
