Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 741

Chapter 741 Extra 10

Zoey’s POV

I stood in front of the bathroom door like it was a portal to another life. (1

In my hand, a pregnancy test still in the box, looking offensively innocent-like it had no idea the kind of emotional chaos it was capable of causing.

Matthew had come back fifteen minutes earlier, out of breath and triumphant, like he’d slayed a dragon. In reality, he’d just argued down a pharmacist who tried to sell him prenatal vitamins “just in case.”

“Alright,” he said, crossing his arms. “Are you going to take it now, or are we going to keep staring at it like it’s a piece of art?”

I swallowed hard.

Once I took that test, I wouldn’t be able to pretend anymore. It wouldn’t be just a dramatic spiral, a bad day, a mix of stress and a weird husband and an overly sensitive heart.

I looked at the bathroom door again.

Then at the test.

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Then at Matthew.

“I…” I started-and stopped, annoyed at my own hesitation.

Matthew raised an eyebrow.

“Zoey, for the love of God. You’ve done this before.”

“I know,” I said, my voice coming out smaller than I liked. “I just…”

I took a deep breath, trying to drag my brain along with my courage.

“I can’t pee on a stick if Annelise isn’t next to me.”

Matthew went silent for half a second.

Then he laughed.

Not mocking-just that kind of laugh only a brother can have, when the absurdity is too real not to react.

“What?” he said, dragging a hand down his face. “Zoey, that is the most specific sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s tradition,” I declared, like that settled everything. “When I was pregnant with Matt, she was there. And during both her pregnancies, I was there too. I… I need Annie.”

Matthew exhaled, trying to get serious again.

“Okay. Fine,” he said, in that we’ll work with what we’ve got tone. “I’ll call her. Video call. You can… I don’t know… bring her into the bathroom with you if you want.”

I almost smiled, because the image was ridiculous and somehow perfect-me, holding the phone, Annie on the other side, supervising like it was a medical procedure.

But it wasn’t the same.

I glanced at the open suitcase on the bed.

It was still there.

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Proof that I had already started running before I even knew what I was running from.

And suddenly…

It didn’t feel ridiculous anymore.

It felt like a sign.

I turned to Matthew.

“No,” I said.

He frowned.

“No what?”

“No video call,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “I’m picking Matt up from school.”

I grabbed the suitcase zipper, pulling it halfway closed.

“And we’re going to London.”

Matthew blinked.

“We?”

“Of course,” I said, like it was obvious. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”

He stared at me for a long second.

I could practically see it-the internal debate. Matthew the executive versus Matthew the brother. The executive wanted logic, planning, permission. The brother wanted to take the phone out of my hand and carry me like I was still a teenager.

“At your current level of insanity? That would be dangerous,” he concluded, giving in.

I let out a breath, relieved.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Matthew said, already pulling out his phone.

He stepped a couple of feet away, shifting into a mode I knew well-the one where he doesn’t argue with the problem, he organizes it.

I only caught pieces: a name, a sharp “now,” a “two hours,” and then the sentence that made it very clear he was fully stepping into my madness with both feet.

“Get the jet ready. Discreet. Don’t loop Christian in.”

While he handled it, I went back to the closet and finished packing with mechanical movements. I didn’t want to think. Thinking was the fastest way to stop.

I folded a T-shirt. Then another. Then a pair of pants I wasn’t even sure matched anything.

Matthew appeared at the closet door.

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