Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 69

I had almost forgotten about it, honestly.

But he, surprisingly, hadn't.

Drying my face with a soft towel, I said, "No need, I'm fine."

He frowned, "Weren't you feeling unwell last night?"

How could I possibly tell him that the doctor had advised against intimacy during the first trimester of pregnancy?

So, I deflected, "I'm better now."

He was skeptical, "Really?"

If we were to go, it would be to the exclusive clinic under the Ferguson Group, where we'd use a private entrance.

No waiting in lines, and the test results would come back quickly.

But that would make it even harder for me to hide the pregnancy.

I couldn't go, no matter what.

Avoiding his gaze, I said, "I just don't want to go. I hate hospitals."

"Jane." Bryant's eyes narrowed slightly, "You're not hiding something from me, are you?"

My nervousness made me drop the moisturizer I was holding onto the marble countertop with a sharp clink, nearly stopping my heart.

It was too obvious I was hiding something.

He stepped closer, turning me to face him with a look that seemed to pierce right through me, "Is there really something you're not telling me?"

"Bryant..."

He hesitated, then said, "Are you... sick?"

I let out a long sigh, "Yes, so let's just get a divorce and not hold each other back."

"Impossible!" He raised his voice suddenly, a tremble in it hard to detect, and grabbed my hand to lead me outside.

"Bryant, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital."

He gripped my wrist so tightly it hurt.

But I couldn't find it in me to be angry, "Are you afraid I'm going to die or something?"

As soon as I said it, he spun around, his expression stern and teeth gritted, "If you dare to die, I'll nab your ashes and stash them in my family's tomb."

His fierce demeanor took me aback, and I couldn't help but scoff. "Psycho."

It was almost as if he cared deeply. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he had fallen for me.