"You…want a blueberry sandwich?"
"No."
"Some black coffee?"
"No."
"Maybe a back rub?"
"No, thanks."
Austin heaved a sigh. This was one of those rare occasions when Valerie was ignoring him on purpose and even reluctant to look at him.
They were in his room, doing nothing.
Valerie was reading a book by the window, her back facing him. Austin was feeling helpless in the situation.
They had been like this ever since he forced her to drink the pregnancy-prevention potion.
It was, surprisingly, available in a huge amount in the infirmary. And the nurse was so understanding that Austin didn't have to explain anything.
Valerie was reluctant to drink it, tried to escape, and even fought him. But in the end, Austin made her drink it.
And now, she was giving him the cold shoulder, as if he had killed her unborn baby.
He knew her cycle, so he was aware that she wasn't ovulating around this time. But still, he didn't want to take risks.
