Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 249 That’s Me?

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Chapter 249: That’s Me?

(Aurora’s POV)

Phineas stepped forward and said something low, just two words.

Patrick’s pen stopped moving.

He turned and looked at me – sitting in one of the corridor chairs, arms folded over my stomach, staring at the floor. Then he looked back at Phineas. He stared for a long moment, something shifting in his

expression, and then he quietly lowered his head and rewrote the referral.

The wait after the blood draw was the longest forty minutes I could remember.

I sat in the small waiting room and tried not to think too hard. The fluorescent light above me hummed.

Someone down the hall was talking on a phone. I kept glancing at the door.

When Phineas finally came back with the report, he didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at me. His expression gave nothing away – not good news, not bad news. Just that steady, unreadable gaze.

My chest tightened. I started running through worst-case scenarios. Something serious. Something they’d missed last night. Something in my bloodwork that explained-

“Stop,” he said quietly. “Come on.”

He took my hand and led me into the consulting room.

The doctor glanced at the report, looked up, and smiled.

“Congratulations,” she said. “You’re pregnant. Approximately four weeks along.”

I stood up so fast my chair scraped back against the floor.

“Are you sure?” I said. “Could there be a mistake? Could you check again?”

The doctor’s smile didn’t waver. “The results are quite clear.”

I turned to Phineas. He was watching me with that same quiet expression, and then – slowly, unmistakably

he winked.

The room tilted slightly.

He’d told me, early on, that he had a condition. That children weren’t possible. That there was no need for precautions. I had believed him completely. I had never questioned it, not once, because why would I?

I walked out of the consulting room in a daze.

The corridor outside was bright and quiet. I stopped walking.

Everything clicked into place at once, rapid and merciless. The condition that conveniently meant no contraception needed. The ease with which he’d said it. The absolute certainty.

<Chapter 249. That’s Me?

I turned and looked at him.

“You lied to me,” I said.

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He didn’t deny it. He stepped toward me, and before I could say anything else, he drew me gently against him. His arms folded around me, and he lowered his head until his mouth was close to my ear.

“If I hadn’t,” he said quietly, “my parents would never have accepted you. Not at the beginning. It was the only way.”

I didn’t pull away. I stood there in the circle of his arms and stared at the floor.

This was my third pregnancy.

The other two were gone. That absence lived in me like a scar that had healed over on the surface but still ached in the cold. I wanted this. I was terrified of this. Both things were true at the same time, and I didn’t

know what to do with either of them.

I pressed my hand over my stomach.

“Would you want me to…” I stopped. Started again. “End it? The pregnancy?”

His arms went still.

I felt the shift in him immediately – the way his body changed, something closing off, pulling back. He thought I didn’t want this child. He thought I was refusing him.

“No,” I said quickly, pulling back to look at him. “That’s not what I mean. I’m not saying I don’t want it. I just-” I searched for the words. “If there’s someone else. Someone you can’t let go of. I don’t want this baby to grow up and feel that. I don’t want them to pay for something that isn’t their fault.”

He was quiet for a long moment.

Then he reached up and took my face in both hands. His thumbs rested against my cheekbones, and he

tilted

my

face up until I was looking directly at him. He held my gaze for a moment that stretched out, unhurried and absolute.

Then he kissed me.

It was slow. Deliberate. The kind of kiss that doesn’t ask for anything back – it just gives, and gives, and keeps giving until there’s no room left for doubt.

When he pulled back, his forehead came to rest against mine. His voice was low and steady and left no space for argument.

“There is no one else. There never has been. You are the only one I see – the only one I’ve ever seen.”

I stood there in the corridor, unable to move.

“You said that person,” I repeated slowly. “That’s me?”