Rosalind arrived home in the early hours of the morning . She scheduled a courier pickup , took a shower , and collapsed into a heavy sleep . She woke to find Christopher buttoning his dress shirt , his back to her . Rosalind frowned , confused . " You … slept here last night ? " Christopher chuckled softly . " What kind of question is that ? When have I not come home ? " " But I thought you would be … " " You would be spending the night elsewhere with your girlfriend , " she thought . Christopher suddenly closed the distance , pinning her beneath him . " Or … were you waiting up for me last night .. to make a baby ? " The last words were a hot murmur against her lips . His kiss came down hard , clearly intending more than a simple peck . Rosalind shoved against his chest with surprising force . " Get off me . " Christopher lifted himself slightly , his eyes still clouded with desire . " What's wrong ? " " I … " Rosalind began . Brrrring ! The phone shrilled . Rosalind snatched it up . " Yes , speaking . You're already here ? Okay , I'll be right down . " She pushed Christopher aside and scrambled out of bed . The interruption annoyed him . " Who the hell is calling you this early ? And it's a man ? " Rosalind's expression tightened as she pulled on a robe . " Shouldn't you be heading to the office ? " " You forgot ? I told Joshua yesterday that I'm taking the week off . I'm staying home . With you . " " I'm fine . I don't need you here . " Christopher stood and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind , pressing light kisses along the nape of her neck . " How are we supposed to make that baby without me ? " His grip tightened possessively , leaving no doubt about his meaning . Irritation flared in Rosalind . She pushed harder against him . " Let me go . " Christopher mistook it for playful resistance . He cupped her chin , turning her face towards him for another kiss . " Not a chance , " he murmured against her mouth . " I said , let go ! " With a burst of unexpected strength , Rosalind wrenched herself free . 19:51 3.64 < Chapter 4 . Christopher stared , stunned . His arms remained frozen in the air , but confusion and displeasure darkened his eyes . " Rosa . What the hell is going on with you ? " Hery Rosalind turned away , smoothing her blouse . " Nothing . I scheduled a courier . I don't want to keep him waiting . " Downstairs , the courier stood awkwardly in the living room , ushered in by Liza . Seeing Rosalind descend , the young man stood up nervously . " Ms . Johansen ? You have items for pickup ? " Rosalind nodded . " Follow me . " She led the way back upstairs , the courier trailing behind her into the master bedroom . Christopher leaned against the wall , arms crossed , his gaze instantly hostile as it landed on the stranger . " Who let you in here ? Get out ! " The courier flinched . " Ms . Johansen said … " " I did , " Rosalind stated calmly . She walked to the walk - in closet and pulled open the door . Turning to the courier , she gestured inside . " These boxes here . Please weigh them . " Christopher's eyes darted from the neatly stacked boxes to the suddenly cavernous space in the closet . His brow furrowed . " Rosa ? Where are your clothes ? " Rosalind pointed wordlessly at the boxes . " You packed your clothes ? You're leaving ? " Christopher straightened abruptly . He gripped her shoulders . " Rosa ! Where are you going ? " Chapter & METRI