Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Attractive Billioaire 36 Chapter 36 Where Were You on Our Wedding Night?

Caroline quickly stood up, covering her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom.

David watched her retreat in a panicked hurry, his brows slowly knitting together. What's wrong with her? Leaning over the sink, Caroline dry-heaved repeatedly but couldn't bring anything up. The discomfort lingered, leaving her drained.

Several minutes passed before the nauseous sensation began to fade. She propped herself up against the sink, staring at her pale reflection in the mirror.

There's no way I'm actually sick from just looking at David. It...

Morning sickness.

The realization made her complexion even paler.

And at that exact moment, David's reflection appeared in the mirror behind her.

He stood tall in the doorway, his gaze sharp and calculating. "Dry heaving?"

"N-No," Caroline stammered instinctively, terrified he might figure it out. "I just ate something weird this afternoon, and now my stomach feels off."

David's expression remained unreadable.

the smell of your cigarette earlier made

"Is that so

Caroline said, feigning calm as she turned on the faucet to wash her

"You know what happens when you lie to

lie about?" Caroline countered. have

on."

cold eyes. "It's late Aren't you

pressed into a thin line. "Something just crossed

figured it out? Does he remember the prenatal checkup report without my name on it? Or did he investigate the

flurry of escape plans raced through her

"On our wedding night, you never came to my hospital bed.

were your

I was at the Ellison residence, of course, Caroline

or to protect the

Were You on Our Wedding

Finished

carrying another man's baby, she'd face

brought in to break bad luck, you didn't even bother to visit me?" David pressed. "Yet, by morning, you suddenly barged

he'd just returned from a secret trip to the hotel when she caught him by