CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1595

Jamie had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night.

When she stepped into the dimly lit living room, the faint silhouette of someone startled her. She froze for a moment before realizing it was Ben. "Ben, why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?" Ben let out a low grunt, his voice so faint she thought she had imagined it.

As Jamie approached, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his unusually pale face came into view.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Could you get me some antacid?" Ben replied, his voice carrying a subtle weakness that was uncharacteristic for him.

It clicked. Ben had always struggled with stomach issues. His workaholic lifestyle often made it worse.

Her worry spiked. She paced the living room, trying to recall where she might have stored some medicine. "Wait here. I think I have some in my room."

She hurried back, returning moments later with the medication and a cup of warm water. Ben took the medicine, his tightly furrowed brows easing slightly as he drank.

"Feeling better?" Jamie asked anxiously.

Ben gave a faint nod, barely perceptible.

fetched her own hot water bottle, a

heat helps. Try holding this against

at the pink water bottle, visibly hesitant.

protest, Jamie pushed it into his hands. "Now's not the time to worry about appearances. Just

the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up

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woke, she found herself

first instinct to check on

his skin was burning hot. He had

her hand away from his forehead. His temperature shocked her, and a mix of anger and worry surged through

he hadn't mentioned feeling worse and heartbroken seeing him

in scolding him now. Jamie resigned herself to the task of caring

sweat off his forehead with a cool, damp cloth and coaxed

finally opened his eyes, they were clouded with confusion. His usual sharpness was

I dreaming?" he murmured, his voice thick

take your medicine," she said, her heart aching

rarely saw Ben in such a state. His strength and composure were like a shield he never lowered. It seemed only the haze of a high fever could reveal

she tried to get him to lie back

to her hand, refusing to let

to get some rest so I can work for you tomorrow. What if I can't get up