"What the hell is wrong with you, Stales?" Angela finally snapped out of her shock. Her face burned with anger and embarrassment. She could not believe she had almost fallen for his nonsense. "This is not funny. Don't ever joke like that again."
Stales stared at her quietly and shook his head. There was pain in his eyes, but Angela was too annoyed to notice it. He did not even know how to explain things to her anymore. Did she really think he was lying?
"I am not pregnant," she said firmly as she snatched her box from him. She carried it to the bed close to the window and opened it. Her clothes were neatly folded inside. "Instead of standing there and saying rubbish, help me arrange my things."
"You are trying to avoid the truth," Stales said softly, but there was seriousness in his voice. He walked closer to her. "If you are really sure about this, then take a pregnancy test."
