83.83.Chapter 83

"Mr-Mr. Prescott." Naomi nearly jumped out of her skin.

Without warning, Declan frowned, his expression edged with impatience, as he repeated. "Are you pregnant?"

He had never been known for patience. He particularly despised sluggish responses, having to reiterate simple questions grated on him.

Naomi almost shed tears. Her hand slipped against the wall, barely catching herself. "Yes, Mr. Prescot