The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 753

His reaction definitely didn't look like "minor stuff."

"Family stuff?"

"What kind of family stuff?"

"Why do you look so terrible?"

Seeing his reaction, the woman grew even more puzzled.

After all, he looked downright terrified.

There was no way he was going to tell her the truth.

"It's just some family drama, nothing major!"

He hurriedly denied it, his voice unintentionally rising before he quickly lowered it again, trying to appear natural.

"I'm probably just a little tired. Got woken up right after falling asleep, so my head is pounding."

He took a step forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, trying to distract her with affection, though his fingertips were icy and trembling.

She gave him a suspicious look but didn't press the issue, merely chiding him playfully.

"Always so secretive..."

"If it's nothing, then hurry up and come back to bed. I'm still sleepy."

Seeing that he had managed to brush it off, Clive let out a breath, but the panic in his chest hadn't lessened at all.

He hesitated for a moment, then casually probed, "By the way, babe..."

"When you hang out with your girls, have you ever heard of... anyone being in poor health?"

"Or... having any specific... um... health issues?"

She paused, looking up at him oddly. "Why are you asking?"

"How would I know about other people's business? I'm not a gossip."

His heart hammered in his chest, but he forced a pout, acting aggrieved and concerned as he explained.

She thought about it for a second, then shook her head dismissively. "But... I haven't heard of anyone having any weird diseases."

"When we all get together, it's just grabbing coffee, shopping, getting spa treatments. Nobody talks about depressing stuff like that."

Why was he acting so strange after that phone call?

Asking weird questions like this...

He studied her expression closely. Confirming that she really seemed clueless, he relaxed a fraction, only to be swallowed by an even greater wave of bewilderment and dread.

If none of them were sick, then where the hell did he get it from?

Terrified of blowing his cover, he didn't dare ask anything else. He forced a smile and led her back to the bedroom.

"That's good, that's good."

"I was just asking. Come on, let's get some more sleep."

Sweet words tumbled from his lips, but his heart felt like a block of ice.