I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 93

Maxwell looked down, meeting the desperate plea in her eyes.

He smoothly pulled his hand away, though his words offered a glimmer of hope.

"I'm not going to make a massive career move based on a few promises. I need solid proof before I commit to anything."

Aria froze for a second, processing his demand before her face lit up with understanding.

"I'll call him right now."

With that, she hurriedly rushed upstairs.

As she walked, something slipped out of her pocket and clattered against the stairs.

She was in such a rush that she didn't notice, but Maxwell, who had been watching her every move, caught it immediately.

A moment later, he walked over, his pupils shrinking drastically as he stared at the object on the floor.

A pregnancy test.

And right now, it clearly displayed a positive result.

Aria was pregnant.

Maxwell's brain short-circuited.

Ever since she returned from abroad, they had barely seen each other due to his chaotic schedule, except for the night of her welcome party. She had drank too much, and his memory was hazy, but he did remember waking up in the same bed the next morning.

Doing the math, the baby was almost certainly his.

He stood frozen, unsure if he should pick the plastic stick up.

Hearing footsteps echoing from the second floor, he instinctively spun around and retreated to the living room couch.

Yet his clenched fists betrayed the absolute chaos storming inside his mind.

Completely oblivious, Aria trotted back to his side and murmured, "Max, I just spoke with him. You can call him Mr. Jude. I'll let you two chat while I go handle some live-stream work."

Smiling, she handed over her phone and turned to leave.

Maxwell immediately slipped back into his professional persona, temporarily shoving the shocking revelation to the back of his mind.

As Aria headed back up the stairs, her gaze caught the pregnancy test abandoned on the steps, and she halted, her expression stiffening.

Answering the call, she greeted her warmly, "Mom."

Eleanor hummed in response before quickly asking, "It's getting late, why aren't you home yet? I made your favorite roast chicken. Didn't you always love Mrs. Walsh's special sauce? Even though she retired, I went out of my way to get the recipe from her."

A wave of warmth washed over Lyra; not even the chilly riverside breeze could freeze the comfort spreading through her chest.

"I'll be back soon, I just had to take care of a few things. It won't take long. Go ahead and eat first, I can heat up a plate when I get back."

As she spoke, she caught sight of a convoy of sports cars slowly pulling up in the distance.

What a coincidence.

Every single one of those cars was a global limited edition, with only a handful manufactured worldwide.

And they all belonged to one man.

"Mom, I have to go, I'm about to drive back. It'll take me a while, so please don't wait up."

"Alright, I'll have Mrs. Sawyer keep it warm for you, so you can eat as soon as you walk through the door."

While Eleanor was talking, the door to the lead car swung open, and a man stepped out into the night.