Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 176

But even now, he held onto a thin thread of self-control. His voice came out low and rough. “No one else. I want you. Help me.”

Me? Help him?

Help… with what?

Wiona’s mind spun, her nerves shot. “I’m pregnant!” she blurted out, almost panicking.

Conrad didn’t give her a second to refuse or run. In one swift motion, he pulled her into the room. He dropped heavily onto the sofa, and Wiona, off balance, landed right on top of him with a startled gasp. Thankfully, his arm slipped around her waist just in time, keeping her stomach safe.

His head leaned back, his lips brushed against her hair, and she felt him draw in a shaky breath. His eyes were hot and intense, glued to her lips. She could see the restraint in him, but his hand was already at her belly, feeling the soft swell there.

Something shifted in his expression. Conrad seemed to snap back to reality. He helped her sit beside him, fingers rubbing at his temples, trying to steady his breathing.

“Hurry,” he said, voice strained. “Or I might lose control…”

Wiona’s panic only grew. “Mr. Sullivan, I… I can’t help you. Please, let me go. I’m married, I’m pregnant, I just… can’t,” she stammered.

She was about to bolt, but Conrad was faster. His hand caught her wrist, pulling her back before she could escape. He leaned over her, his eyes wild with desperation, almost breaking.

But then his voice softened. “What are you thinking? I just need you to grab the device on that table and print the test results. Read them out to me, and I’ll walk you through mixing the medicine. Then, you’ll just have to inject the antidote for me. That’s all I need. Please… hurry.”

He let her go and slumped back, completely spent.

Only then did Wiona realize she’d gotten the wrong idea. She didn’t waste another moment. She rushed to the table, printed the report, and carefully read every piece of data aloud.

“Check the medicine they left behind,” Conrad said, his voice tight. He listed several names and, to Wiona’s surprise, got every single one right.

She’d given herself enough shots these past months to know what she was doing. She pushed the medicine in, gently massaging the spot with one hand, forcing herself to look only at the injection and nowhere else.

It was over quickly.

“Okay, you should get some rest. I’ll just… leave you alone now,” she said, already backing away. Even after helping, Conrad still felt dangerously overwhelming, his feverish energy filling the room.

She tossed the syringe in the trash and turned to go, but Conrad had already gotten up. He steadied himself with a hand to his head, then moved in, backing her up until she was pressed against the table, trapped between his arms.

His eyes were a little unfocused as he reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.

“Divorce your husband,” he said quietly.

“Wiona… leave him. Marry me.”