Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Too Close Again

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” Alexander asked as he set his jacket on the couch.

Elena hesitated.

There was no way she was admitting she missed having him there.

“I guess I slept too much during the day,” she said.

Alexander glanced at the bed, then picked up the pillow she had placed where he usually slept. “Is that

Her ears burned.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” she said quickly. “I was using it as back support earlier. It just ended up

Alexander nodded slowly, clearly amused.

“Believe it or not,” she added, a little flustered.

“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

“I paid for a permanent smile,” he said lightly.

Elena stared at him. There is something seriously wrong with him.

there

She gave up arguing, put the mop back, and returned to bed, deliberately lying in the center so there was no space left.

“Move over,” he said.

She caught the faint scent of alcohol on him and realized he had been drinking. After a brief hesitation, she shifted slightly to give him space.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t coming tonight?”

“Plans wrapped up early.”

He pulled her into his arms without hesitation.

Up close, the scent of alcohol was stronger, and the warmth of his hands made her tense slightly as they brushed against her skin.

She shifted, uncomfortable. “Stop.”

“My mom didn’t talk to you about having kids?” he murmured near her ear.

Elena froze.

She remembered Evelyn bringing it up before. But… wasn’t there an issue after his accident?

Chapter 142 Too Close Again

A trace of sympathy flickered in her eyes.

Alexander noticed immediately. “What kind of look is that?”

Elena let out a quiet breath. After thinking it through, she decided there was no point avoiding the top She pushed herself up, adjusted her clothes, and took a steadying breath before speaking.

“I know your grandfather and your mom have been bringing up kids,” she said. “But this isn’t somethir that just happens faster because we… try more often.”

Alexander’s brows drew together slightly. “And?”

Having a child was not something he was in a hurry about, but he did enjoy sharing a bed with her, in every sense of the word.

“You don’t have to keep anything from me,” Elena continued. “We’re still figuring things out between us but we are married, and I meant what I said before. I want us to be honest with each other.”

“…Okay.” He paused, still not entirely sure what she thought he was hiding.

“If having a child is something you really want,” she went on carefully, “we can set aside time to see a specialist. It could be a general physician or a fertility doctor. If needed, there are options like IVF.”

She hesitated briefly, then added more gently, “Given your condition, it’s probably better not to push things physically too often. It may not improve the chances, and it could actually take a toll on your health.”

Elena spoke with complete sincerity as she tried to reassure Alexander. In her mind, he had already endured enough. After the accident, he had survived, but there were things no one could see, and if his fertility had been affected, that was not something a man would easily talk about, especially not with his wife.

Alexander finally sensed that something was off. “You think I can’t get you pregnant?” he asked, disbelief threading into his voice.

He genuinely had not expected that conclusion, and the uncertainty in his tone was real.

Elena misunderstood the hesitation entirely. To her, it sounded like guilt.

“Oh, come on, it’s not your fault,” she said quickly. “No one chooses to get into a car accident. There are plenty of medical options now. We’ll figure it out.”

Alexander went quiet.

Now he was certain. Elena truly believed that the accident had damaged his ability to have children, and that his insistence on being intimate with her more often was some subconscious attempt to prove. otherwise. The realization left him torn between amusement and helplessness.

In hindsight, he could only blame himself. Back then, when he needed a convincing reason to persuade her to marry him, he had made up that ridiculous story about needing a symbolic marriage to improve his luck and health. Now it had backfired completely.

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Chapter 142 Too Close Again

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Finished

He chose not to correct her and instead sighed along with her line of thinking. “Guess I drew the short

straw.”

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