A touch of embarrassment colored Carlosâ cheeks.
âAbsolutely not.
â
I offered a sarcastic smile.
âItâs not that Iâm opposed to responsibility.
If the kid is mine, I can compensate Alexandria for any emotional or physical distress with a hefty financial settlement and assets.
However, I distinctly remember only being drunk and asleep that night.
I have no recollection or sensation of having s@x with anyone.
â
My eyes grew colder.
âBesides, Iâm not some naive kid.
No matter how drunk I get, I wouldnât experience complete memory loss.
I trust my gut, and this situation feels off.
â
Carlos spoke hurriedly.
âYouâre right, Caleb.
My apologies.
Iâll handle it immediately and inform you as soon as I have the results.
â
I simply nodded and left without further comment.
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But that wasnât enough.
I knew a paternity test alone wouldnât do.
I also discreetly tasked some of my most trusted lieutenants with investigating Alexandria and Nealâs activities while I was away from the Thorn Edge Pack.
Additionally, I instructed my bodyguards to arrange a_ separate paternity test, one conducted without Carlosâ knowledge.
Once everything was in motion, I headed home.
Pulling up to the villa gate, a wave of exhaustion washed over me as I replayed the dayâs events in my head.
With a tired sigh, I started towards the second-floor bedroom.
Reaching my door, I hesitated.
Debra would undoubtedly be furious.
Was she asleep? Should I risk waking her? An argument now would surely keep her up all night.
With that thought, I resigned myself to spending the night in the study.
But as I turned to head towards it, a cry broke the silence.
My heart lurched.
Fearing the worst, I flung open the door.
Debra, rubbing her sleepy eyes, rose to tend to Abby in her stroller.
I strode over, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
âGo back to sleep.
Iâll take care of her.
â
Without further delay, I scooped up Abby, skillfully feeding and soothing her until she drifted off to sleep.
I then changed her diaper.
With Abby settled, I looked up to find Debra still awake, her eyes fixed on me.
The bedroom grew quiet.
We Looked into each otherâs eyes, but neither of us spoke.
I started to form an apology, an explanation, but the words died on my lips.
Instead, I murmured softly, âYou must be exhausted.
Sleep.
We can talk in the morning.
â
Her expression remained unreadable.
After a pause, she offered a faint nod.
âYou too, get some rest.
â
With that, Debra closed her eyes and turned away.
I sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet room.
Slipping out, I headed to the guest room for a shower before returning to the master bedroom.