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.

water and fetched her own hot water bottle, a pink one with a cute pig

that heat helps. Try holding this against your stomach," she suggested, holding it out

at the pink water bottle, visibly hesitant. "You want me to use

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

illness had chased away her drowsiness. Jamie stayed with him, keeping an eye on his condition until the early hours of the

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found herself covered

sat upright, her first instinct

her alarm, his skin was burning hot. He had developed a

could you be this sick and not say anything?" Jamie muttered, pulling her hand away from his forehead. His temperature shocked her,

mentioned feeling worse and heartbroken seeing him

feverish to respond coherently. There was no point in scolding him now. Jamie resigned

with a cool,

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

I dreaming?" he murmured, his voice

your medicine,"

composure were like a shield he never lowered. It seemed only the haze of a high fever could reveal

swallowed the medicine, she tried to get him

clung to her hand, refusing

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