Winning Her Heart Back

 Pregnant

Beathan returned to the private room with a grim expression.

Charles pointed to a dish and said, "They just brought in this dish and said it's for dessert. It's pretty good. Give it a try,"

Beathan picked up his coat from the couch with an expressionless face. "Let me know if Emelie is pregnant. I have something to attend to. I'll be leaving now."Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles waved his hand and picked up his phone. As he casually swiped through it, he received a call." Speak."

The person on the other end said, "Mr. Davis, there was a significant change in the patient's data in the ICU just now."

Charles squinted his eyes. "Has she woken up?"

"She hasn't woken up yet. I happened to pass by the ICU and saw the fluctuation, but the attending physician hadn't mentioned anything. Based on my experience, her consciousness might be awakening." While Charles was protective of Emelie, he needed to get the account book from Greta. "Keep a close watch on her. Inform me immediately if there's any changes."

"Yes, sir!"

The sun was setting, and it was around seven o'clock.

It was already past Cloudex Corporation's closing hours. Only a few windows were still lit in the entire building, with most of it blending into the night.

Emelie had really fallen asleep. When she woke up, the whole room was dark. An indescribable sense of desolation crept into her heart.

She exhaled and got out of bed before going to the bathroom to wash her face. Then, she left the room.

Ashton had just entered the office and was reporting to William, "Mr. Middleton, the hospital has sent over the report."

William took the report and directly looked at the final result. However, his expression remained indifferent, making it impossible to guess what the final result was.

Emelie poured herself a glass of warm water and glanced at him. William asked, "Are you curious?"

Emelie held the glass of water and said, "I'm not curious. I know my own body. I'm sure that I'm not pregnant, and the test results will confirm that."

William rested his elbow on the desk with his hand supporting his chin while holding the paper with his fingers. This posture made him look frivolous and nonchalant. He gave her a meaningful smile.

"If you're not curious, then why are you talking so much? Ms. Hoven, have you ever heard the saying that the guilty will talk more?"

Emelie chose a third option between retorting and arguing. She replied, "Mr. Middleton, since you think that I'm curious about this, let's just say that I am. Who can control your thoughts?

"You are so self-centered, always using your logic to understand others. Well, I've said enough now. Mr. Middleton, look at how guilty I must be."

She was sharp-tongued.

William was disturbed by her words, and he lost interest in speaking with her further. He handed her the report, and Emelie took it to read.

Soon, a slight smile appeared on her lips. "I knew that I wasn't pregnant."

The test results showed that she wasn't pregnant. Of course she wasn't. Wesley had promised to swap the samples. Whether she was truly pregnant or not, the conclusion presented to William would always be the same.

William's expression grew colder upon seeing her happiness when she confirmed that she wasn't pregnant. "Ashton."

"Yes, Mr. Middleton?"

"Hire some nannies experienced in caring for pregnant women to go to Eastbay, and instruct the chef to prepare some daily menus. Make sure that Mrs. Middleton gets three meals a day. Tell them to make sure that the meals are healthy, nutritious and beneficial for pregnant women."

Emelie immediately looked up. "The test results say that I'm not pregnant. What are you doing?"

William replied, "If you're not pregnant this time, then you will be next time. You will get pregnant sooner or later. We must be prepared."

Who said anything about next time?

Emelie pressed her lips together. She crumpled the report into a ball and threw it into the trash before leaving the office.

William picked up the report from the trash and unfolded it before smoothing it out. There was a hint of faint disappointment in his eyes. "Spread the news that Emelie is pregnant."

Ashton said softly, "I understand."

William folded the report into a small square and put it in his pocket.

The two returned to Eastbay and had dinner together. Despite the lack of conversation, their interaction was considered harmonious.

After dinner, Emelie sat on the couch to watch TV, while William went upstairs. When he came down again, he had changed into a different set of clothes.

He wore a thin gray shirt with a green knitted jacket. The low-saturation colors made him look indifferent and noble.

As he walked down the stairs, he slipped a ring onto his long fingers. He looked as if he was an artist or a pianist at first glance.

Emelie took one look at him and then expressionlessly turned her gaze away.

William changed his shoes at the door. "I'm going back to Middleton Residence. You should go to bed early tonight."