I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 380

**TITLE: The Attention 380**
**CONTENT: Chapter 380 Maple and Captain Crunch**

A piercing cry reverberated through the sterile room, slicing through the heavy silence like a knife.

In that moment, an unexpected wave of emotion washed over me, loosening the tight knot in my stomach. Tears began to pool in my eyes as I caught sight of the tiny newborn the midwife was holding aloft by its feet, a fragile little being entering the world.

Once that first cry echoed, the nurse gently laid the baby flat and whisked it away to be cleaned, her movements practiced and swift.

I opened my mouth, desperate to voice my feelings, but a fresh wave of pain surged through me, stealing my breath and thoughts.

For a fleeting moment, I had almost forgotten that there was another baby waiting to make its entrance.

And then, in a blur, the second baby arrived—almost as if the universe had decided to expedite the process. It too was carried away for cleaning, leaving me feeling utterly drained and slumped against the bed, my body heavy and unresponsive as the midwife continued her work.

Yet, amidst the chaos and exhaustion, something felt profoundly amiss. I pushed myself up slightly, straining to see what was wrong.

And then it struck me like a bolt of lightning.

As the babies entered the world, Ashton had remained silent, standing there as if entranced, his body frozen in time.

“Ash.” My voice emerged as a mere whisper, so faint that I barely recognized it as my own.

His entire body jolted as if awakening from a deep slumber, and I could see clarity return to his eyes.

He crouched down beside me, taking my hand in his, the gesture silent yet full of unspoken support.

I was too exhausted to engage in conversation; the ordeal of delivery had drained every ounce of energy from me. I closed my eyes, allowing the warmth of his presence to envelop me.

“You’ve done so well, love.”

His warm lips brushed against my forehead, and his voice, low and gravelly, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.

***

When I finally opened my eyes again, the soft light of the afternoon filtered into the room, and I realized it was already the next day.

I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, the sterile white of the hospital blending into a haze of fatigue.

The room felt eerily quiet, devoid of any human presence.

Ashton was nowhere to be seen.

With a deep breath, I attempted to push myself upright, but as soon as I engaged my arms, they buckled beneath me, sending me back onto the bed.

All my strength had been spent in the whirlwind of the previous night.

Just then, the door creaked open, and in walked Ashton, his face lighting up with a smile that stretched from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with joy. When he noticed I was awake, he rushed over to my side, helping me sit up and leaning me against him for support.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

“Like I was run over by a truck,” I replied weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll get the doctor,” he said, already turning toward the call button.

I lifted a hand to stop him, shaking my head. “Don’t. I’m fine.”

He paused, looking back at me with a hint of disbelief. “You said…”

“I’m just tired and starving. Getting a doctor won’t help; just grab me something to eat.”

Ashton had taken it, his expression firm.

“Eat,” he commanded, cutting off the video call and pocketing his phone.

So bossy, I thought, but deep down, I knew he was right. I needed nourishment, and the babies weren’t going anywhere.

He handed me a fork, but my hand trembled so much that I couldn’t grip it properly.

Without hesitation, Ashton took the fork and began feeding me himself, his demeanor gentle yet determined.

“Are they boys or girls?” I asked between bites, my curiosity bubbling to the surface.

“One of each,” he replied with a grin.

I chewed slowly, savoring the moment before asking, “Really? Then which one’s Maple, and which one’s Captain Crunch?”

“You’ll see,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

After I finished eating, a small surge of strength returned to me, and my thoughts immediately shifted back to the babies.

I bombarded Ashton with questions, one after another, until I could no longer contain my yearning. “I want to see them.”

But walking was out of the question. I could barely manage to sit upright.

Ashton, ever resourceful, summoned someone to bring in a wheelchair. He wheeled me toward the SCBU, his focus unwavering.

Instead of stopping outside the glass, he wheeled me straight inside, determination etched on his face.