Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 107

Raelynn didn't even care to wonder why Sebastian still kept up the marital habit of sleeping in the same bed with her.

She was completely nauseated by the images flashing through her mind.

She rolled over, and a wave of intense nausea hit her, causing her to dry-heave over the trash can.

It was a physical revulsion!

Just thinking about him and Seraphina doing that made her lose control.

When Sebastian walked out, he caught this exact scene.

His dark eyes were fathomless and dim as his gaze slowly settled on her stomach. "Are you pregnant?"

Raelynn sat up, her face still slightly flushed. "No."

She couldn't exactly tell him that the mere thought of him reproducing with another woman had triggered her stomach acid, could she?

Sebastian smoothly looked away, lowering his eyes to button his emerald cufflinks. "I'll book an appointment for a check-up."

"..." Raelynn didn't know how to argue back. After all, despite their impending divorce, they had maintained an active sex life right up until the fallout.

It wasn't strange for him to suspect it.

"Are you the doctor, or am I? Don't worry." She stood up and met his eyes, a small dimple showing as she gave him a reassuring smile. "We won't have a child together."

So.

There was no need for him to make a huge fuss over it.

She obviously wasn't going to flatter herself into thinking he was excited about the prospect.

He was only worried that it would complicate his relationship with Seraphina.

Raelynn walked into the bathroom.

Sebastian stood frozen in place, quietly staring at the door for several seconds.

Then he turned, grabbed his coat, and left.

Raelynn didn't know if she had been drugged, but she had slept incredibly deeply—dreamlessly for over ten hours.

She hurried downstairs.

The hotel had provided them with a private conference room.

The moment she pushed the door open.

Dozens of people waiting for the meeting turned to look at her simultaneously.

Their gazes were universally filled with loaded implications.

Even Preston was shooting her pointed looks.

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