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

heat helps. Try holding this against your

water bottle, visibly hesitant.

giving him a chance to protest, Jamie pushed it into his hands. "Now's not the time to

drowsiness. Jamie stayed with him, keeping an eye on his condition until the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her, and she dozed off on the

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she found herself covered

sat upright, her first instinct

was burning hot. He had developed

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

hadn't mentioned feeling worse

respond coherently. There was no point in scolding him now. Jamie resigned herself to the task of caring

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

were clouded with confusion. His usual sharpness

I dreaming?" he murmured, his voice thick with

medicine," she said, her heart aching

strength and composure were like a shield he never lowered. It seemed only the haze of a

swallowed the medicine, she tried to get him to lie back down and

to her hand, refusing to

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