My gaze wandered around the room where I was now. It was a large room, not much different in size from my room in Mr. Levy's mansion, but of course, a different atmosphere immediately enveloped me and brought a feeling of emptiness that I couldn't hold back.
My tears fell again. Mr. Levy and I had never declared our relationship to be more official as mates or lovers. It was all just a status that was clearly visible on our bodies, but not in our feelings.
However, hearing Tabby's account of her pregnancy and how she found out about it made my chest felt like it was being crushed by a huge wall, making it difficult for me to breathe. It was as if thousands of daggers were piercing me, adding to my suffering as if everything I had gone through so far wasn't enough.
Could Mr. Levy feel what I was feeling right now, like Dexton always could—always sensed whatever I felt?
Why did the mate bond only exist between me and Dexton, but not with Mr. Levy? Was there a rejection within him?
