Chapter: 1214
In the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even as she ate.
Before she’d known Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t really go to the extremes.
She had once believed that her infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her previous understanding of love had been.
She had lost her appetite and felt nauseous.
Eventually, she couldn’t suppress the urge to vomit, especially when she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten. This was unusual for her, as she had always had a good appetite.
Cecilia placed a hand on her belly, reminiscing about the past.
She recalled their last intimate encounter a month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the use of protection.
Could she be pregnant?
Cecilia lifted her head and saw her extremely pale reflection in the mirror.
Realizing the possibility of pregnancy, she decided she would have to buy a pregnancy test.
She yearned to know if she carried Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to ask him…
Did he want this child?
The vigilant bodyguard stationed at the door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that you are not allowed to leave.”
Her lips quivering, Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell. | need to go to the pharmacy.”
The bodyguards found themselves in a predicament.
Ultimately, they allowed her to go downstairs but assigned two guards to accompany her.
Across from the hotel, there stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it into her pocket before hastening back to her room.
‘And then, just as she suspected, two crimson lines materialized on the pregnancy test.
Cecilia gazed blankly at the result, her expression a mix of shock and horror as she covered her mouth.
She was pregnant.
She was pregnant with Mark’s child.
Aknock echoed from outside, followed by faint footsteps. She knew Mark was approaching.