The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351

I followed him, acutely aware of every painful step and the stiffness of his shoulders ahead of me. Once inside the empty hospital room, Devon closed the

door and turned to face me. His breathing was controlled, too controlled, like he was holding something back.

‘How does it feel?” he asked, his voice cerily quiet.

‘How does what feel?”

Knowing you were inches away from attending your own funeral.” His voice was calm, but ice cold. His eyes, however, told a different story–beneath the

anger, I caught a flicker of what seemed like genuine fear.

‘It was an accident,” I defended myself. “Not my idea.”

A bitter smile crossed his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Your judgment was to participate in illegal street racing with Jeremy Pierce, right after your father was released on bail, with media watching your every move?” He stepped closer, his expensive custom suit accentuating his imposing presence. His hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach out but stopped himself. “Did you consider what would happen to Kane Technology’s stock if something

happened to you?”

His concern disguised as business calculation stung more than it should have. I searched his face for any hint of the man who had held me through

nightmares, who had saved me countless times.

Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. Lucas appeared. “Mr. Kane, Miss Evelyn Smith requests you contact her immediately.”

Devon’s expression shifted subtly–a softening around the eyes, a moment of conflict visible only if you knew what to look for. He glanced at me one last time before following Lucas out without another word, but his gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

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For the next three days, Devon never returned to the hospital. Yet each day, Lucas delivered carefully prepared meals, fresh flowers, and changes of clothes. Each item was exactly what I would have chosen for myself, evidence of Devon’s attention to detail, to my preferences. Sitting in my hospital bed, staring at Manhattan’s skyline through the window, I felt a familiar emptiness.

‘He won’t even show up himself,” I murmured, scrolling through previous messages from Devon on my phone. My finger hovered over his contact information, tempted to call, to hear his voice. “Just fulfilling some obligation.”

I remembered how he’d shielded me from reporters at Noah’s wedding, his hand protectively at the small of my back, his body angled to absorb any threat before it could reach me, ‘Maybe he just doesn’t want his ‘investment‘ damaged,” I whispered, the thought bringing an unexpected ache to my chest that had nothing to do with my injuries.

On my last night in the hospital, I visited Jeremy again. His condition had improved dramatically, and he was reviewing architectural designs on his tablet.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” Jeremy said, setting aside his tablet with uncharacteristic seriousness. “We’ve actually met long before.

Saint Remo Private School, sixth grade.”

I frowned, confusion giving way to a distant memory. “Wait… you were the boy being bullied by the older students?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yes. My mother had just died, and the Pierce family had adopted me. You were the only one who stood up for me.”

Slowly, the memory clarified. “That boy transferred schools… I thought I’d never see him again.”

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*Life has a way of surprising us, doesn’t it?” Jeremy smiled softly.

The following morning, as I prepared for discharge, a nurse rushed in. “Ms. Harper, Dr. Bennett needs to confirm some test results with you before you

leave.

In the doctor’s office, I noticed a certain hesitation beneath her professional smile, a carefulness in her movements that immediately put me on alert.

‘Ms. Harper, during our routine blood work, we discovered something unexpected,‘ Dr. Bennett adjusted her glasses. “Though depending on your perspective,

this might be good news.”

She handed me the report. As I scanned the data, a wave of dizziness washed over me. My fingers trembled involuntarily, and I had to grip the edge of the desk to steady myself. My mind suddenly filled with images of Devon–his rare genuine smile, his hands gentle against my skin despite his harsh words, the

vulnerability in his eyes when he thought I wasn’t looking.

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, watching my reaction. “You’re pregnant, approximately six weeks along. Would you like us to contact the father?”

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