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.

prepared another cup of warm water and fetched her own hot water bottle, a pink one with a cute

holding this against your

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

giving him a chance to protest, Jamie pushed it into his hands. "Now's

with him, keeping an eye on his condition until the

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found herself covered

first instinct to check on

her alarm, his skin was burning hot.

sick and not say anything?" Jamie muttered, pulling her hand away from

mentioned feeling worse and

was no point in scolding him now.

the sweat off his forehead with a cool,

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

he murmured, his voice thick

Here, take your medicine," she said, her heart aching at the sight of

a state. His strength and composure were like a shield he never lowered. It

tried to get

Ben clung to her hand, refusing

get some rest so I can work for you tomorrow. What if I