Zara's POV
My heart paced up when he stepped inside my bedroom, revealing himself which was earlier unclear because of the halo that the dim lights created behind him.
He was wearing a dark navy blue night robe tied loosely giving the view of his well-polished chest looming up.
I looked at his face that appeared tough and cold.
His lips moved, breaking me out of the cold sweat.
“What's going on?” he asked me coldly.
I gaped at the pregnancy kit from the corner of my eye. It was f*****g visible on the bed.
“Answer me,” his voice grew colder and my heart threatened to explode from my chest when he walked in closer. If this positive pregnancy stick would catch his eye, I would be finished. Oh God! Help.
I stuttered out, “What? Xander… what are you doing here?”
The more he got closer,
