Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: She wanted to protect it.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy‑Three

Why did he even pick up the call when he knew he was busy?

"Be at the apartment in the next twenty minutes!" Asli snapped into the phone. She didn’t wait for a reply. She ended the call and flung the phone into the back seat like it had burned her fingers.

She could’ve said it over the phone. She knew that.

But how did one say this over the phone?

Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as the city blurred past. Her chest felt tight, breaths coming too fast, and too shallow. What did she even want from him? Reassurance? A plan? Or just someone else to carry the weight of the fear crushing her ribs?

This would be the worst time if she were pregnant. But then, she was afraid the timing wasn’t the only bad thing here.

By the time she pulled into his apartment complex, her skin felt too tight on her bones.

Inside, she shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it aside, heat crawling up her spine. The room felt small. Too small. The walls pressed in, the air thick and unmoving. She turned on the air conditioner, the hum filling the silence, and planted her feet apart, forcing herself to breathe in counts. In. Out. Again and again.

She couldn’t wait patiently. She didn’t know what to do. She hoped there would be a miracle if she were pregnant.

How would she announce it?

The door burst open minutes later.

Ahmet rushed in, eyes scanning her like a battlefield. His hands were on her shoulders instantly, turning her, checking her arms, her sides, and then her back.

"Are you okay?" he demanded. "Are you hurt? Did something..."

"Stop it!" Her voice cracked through the room like a whip. She shoved his hands away. "Stop touching me."

He froze, confusion flashing across his face.

She didn’t give herself time to think. If she did, she’d lose her nerve.

"I missed my period, Ahmet."

The words landed between them like a dropped glass.

He blinked once. Then again.

"Is... is that why you called me like that?" he asked slowly. "Do you have any idea how you sounded on the phone?" His gaze searched her face now, hands hovering like he wasn’t sure whether to touch her again. "I thought something happened to you. I was already thinking you’d been shot or something like that."

She looked away, jaw tight. He was acting as if he cared about her.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "You scared the hell out of me, Asli. You don’t call like that unless something is really wrong."

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. "Something is wrong."

His chest stilled. "Your period being late isn’t that serious."

She lifted her head and met his eyes. "I could be pregnant."

The word hit him like a blow.

"What?" It came out hoarse. He took a step back without meaning to. "What do you mean, pregnant?"

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