Chapter 431

The doctor smiled warmly. "Your baby is perfectly healthy, but your own condition needs attention. More rest, nutritious meals, and no stress. Make sure your family takes good care of you."

Nathaniel grinned. "Don't worry, Doctor. She'll be pampered like royalty."

Evelyn stepped out of the clinic in a haze. The idea of a tiny life growing inside her was surreal.

One night. That was all it took.

Nathaniel had been drugged, his body burning with need. She had no choice but to give in—his health depended on it.

One time. And now this.

At twenty, marriage and motherhood had never crossed her mind. The news hit her like a tidal wave.

Kids? No. They were loud, messy, and would derail every plan she'd ever made.

Yet...

A strange warmth curled in her chest.

Her thoughts drifted back to that night—Nathaniel's rough hands, his desperate restraint. The way he'd held her afterward, his breath ragged against her skin.

Her cheeks flushed.

Would he be happy? Would that usually composed man turn into a grinning fool at the news?

She ached to see him.

"He's been gone two weeks," she murmured. "I'll tell him when he's back. No point disrupting his work now."

Sebastian nudged her shoulder. "So, Boss. How does it feel? Future mom jitters?"

Evelyn blinked, then yawned. "It's... something."

Sebastian immediately gripped her elbow. "Careful! The floor's wet. Wouldn't want you slipping."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not made of glass. You're acting like I'm already waddling."

Seraphina flipped through the medical reports. "Listen to him. Doctor said you're fragile. From now on, healthy meals only."

Food. Right. Evelyn's stomach growled, but the thought of anything heavy made her queasy. Something light—

Sebastian suddenly perked up. "Boss. Look." He pointed. "Isn't that Nathaniel over there? By pediatrics?"

Evelyn froze.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. That unmistakable aura of quiet command.

Nathaniel.

Sebastian smirked. "He's back early. Think he already knows? Maybe he's researching diaper changes."