The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 30

Before he could respond, a waiter appeared at their side, notebook at the ready.

‘Shall I order us a selection of meze to start with?’ Christian asked.

‘You know all the best stuff,’ she answered with a grin. Already the bustling, warm atmosphere of the place was easing the tension within her, making her relax in a way she hadn’t since she’d taken the pregnancy test. ‘Go ahead.’

She had no idea what he ordered, the waiter making squiggles on his note pad before bustling off, immediately to be replaced with Mikolaj, who carried a carafe of red wine and a jug of iced water.

‘Do you want any wine?’ Christian asked, knowing better than to tell her not to have any.

‘I’ll stick to water, thanks,’ she said, her cheeks quirking as if she knew what he’d been thinking. As soon as they were alone again, she asked, ‘How do you know Mikolaj? I’m guessing it’s more than you being a good patron.’

‘I have known him since I was small child.’

an

‘Something like that.’

were fixed on him with unashamed

and I used to live in a room in the attic,’ he supplied, adopting the tone he used to denote the end of a

raised her eyes to gaze at

When we were kicked out of our old place, Mikolaj and his

at him, her pretty brows drawing together. ‘One room? For the both

‘Yes.’

must have

Christian and his mother would have lived on the streets. The attic room was given to them for free in exchange for his mother working in the kitchen. She’d been paid a share of the tips. It was all Mikolaj had been

him a hundred thousand dollars, he’d

early years, it hadn’t been the poverty that had been the hardest to bear. The biggest cross

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