A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 398

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Amber POV

I woke because someone was touching my stomach.

Not enough to frighten me. Just the faintest movement against the curve of my belly, so light that for a few seconds I thought one of the twins had kicked beneath Jason’s hand and pulled me out of sleep.

My head was resting beside his arm. At some point during the night, Pamela had covered me with a blanket, and I’d fallen asleep in the chair with one hand still wrapped around Jason’s.

Then his fingers moved again.

I froze.

Not a twitch this time.

His fingertips dragged weakly across the fabric of my shirt.

My head snapped up.

Jason’s eyes were open.

For one second, I couldn’t move.

His gaze wasn’t focused. He stared toward the ceiling with a faint crease between his brows, blinking slowly as though the light itself didn’t make sense. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

“Jason?”

His eyes shifted.

Slowly.

They found me.

I stood so quickly the blanket slid to the floor.

“Jason.”

His brows pulled together.

I reached for the call button without taking my eyes off him, but his fingers tightened weakly

around mine.

“Hey,” I whispered, leaning closer. “Don’t try to move.”

He stared at me.

There was confusion in his eyes. Heavy, drugged confusion that sent fear straight through me despite every warning the doctors had given me about what waking after a head injury might look

Jike.

His gaze moved over my face.

Then down to my stomach.

Then back to my face.

“You’re…” His voice was little more than air.

I leaned closer. “What?”

He swallowed and immediately grimaced.

“Very pregnant.”

A laugh burst out of me.

It was completely inappropriate.

I didn’t care.

My eyes filled so quickly I could barely see him.

“Yes.”

Jason continued staring at my stomach as if it had personally offended him.

“How long was I asleep?”

The question made my laugh break into something dangerously close to a sob.

“Not that long.”

He frowned.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His hand moved against my stomach again, and one of the twins kicked directly beneath his palm

Jason’s eyes widened.

He looked at me.

I laughed through my tears.

““Twins.”

“I know,”

The answer came automatically.

Then confusion crossed his face.

“I know that.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I knew that.”

“You did.”

He stared at me suspiciously. “Why do you keep answering me like I’m stupid?”

“Because you have a head injury.”

“That’s rude.”

That did it.

I bent over him, laughing and crying at the same time.

Jason watched me for several seconds before his expression softened.

“Amber.”

“I’m here.”

His eyes moved across my face again.

This time, recognition settled more firmly.

“My wife.”

My throat closed.

“Yes.”

He gave me the faintest smile.

“Pretty.”

I covered my mouth.

Apparently brain trauma turned my husband into a flirt.

“You’re heavily medicated.”

“Still pretty.”

“Jason.”

His eyes closed briefly.

My amusement vanished immediately.

“Jason?”

He opened them again.

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“Just tired.”

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes.”

He looked genuinely puzzled. “That’s usually how tired works.”

I almost laughed again, but the door opened before I could answer,

The nurse came in first, followed quickly by the doctor. I moved aside reluctantly while they checked Jason’s pupils, asked him questions and ran through the neurological assessment we’d been waiting hours for him to be awake enough to complete.

“Can you tell me your name?”

Jason stared at the doctor.

“Jason.”

“Last name?”

A pause.

“Sun.”

“Do you know where you are?”

His eyes moved around the room.

“Hospital.”

“Do you know why?”

That took longer.

Jason’s expression changed.

I saw the exact moment he reached for a memory and found something painful instead.

His brow furrowed.

“Something happened”

“Don’t force it,” the doctor said immediately. “It’s normal for memories to return gradually.”

Jason looked at me.

“You were looking for me.”

My fingers tightened around his.

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“Yes.”

His eyes closed for a second before opening again.

“Caves.”

“Yes.”

The examination continued. Jason knew who I was. He remembered the children, although he briefly asked whether Alice was still four and became offended when I told him she was five.

“Rude.”

Jason remembered Alex. Iris. Rose. The castle. Marcus. His grandparents. He remembered the twins and that I was almost eight months pregnant.

He remembered going for the St. Johns DNA test.

Then nothing.

Pain.

Mr. White.

Then fragments again.

“That’s enough for now. Memory gaps are expected after a concussion, particularly with the additional drugs in your system. They may fill in gradually. Don’t try to force them. ”

“Deeply.”

“Nothing.”

“I spent more than a week trying to find you. I’in allowed to stare.”

“A week?”

I immediately regretted saying it.

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

“Amber.”

“Jason.”