Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 93 Christian's POV "Christian, I..." Zoey slowly pushed herself up, bracing against the bathroom counter. Her eyes flicked to the pregnancy test, then back to me. "It's not what you think." I forced myself to look away from the box and focus on her. The cold bathroom light only sharpened the paleness of her face, deepening the shadows under her eyes. "What am I thinking?" My voice came out surprisingly calm, considering the storm inside my head. "Annabelle brought that earlier." She gestured vaguely toward the test.

"She's got this crazy theory that I'm pregnant just because I've been sick a few times. She insisted I take it, but..." A crazy theory. Of course. I drew in a slow breath, trying to order my thoughts. "Maybe she's right," I suggested, keeping my tone neutral. "You've been unwell. It would be wise to check." Zoey shook her head, gripping the counter tightly. "It's not necessary. We've always been careful." "Always?" The word slipped out before I could stop it, dragging back flashes of Castoria-moonlit vineyards, tangled sheets, no thought beyond each other.

Unexpected color rose in Zoey's pale cheeks. Our eyes met, both of us remembering the same nights. "Almost always," she admitted softly. "But the chances are minimal. It's probably just stress, or something I ate." I looked at my wife, technically, though nothing about our marriage was conventional. In that moment, she seemed so young, so vulnerable in her silk nightdress, hair mussed, exhaustion written across her face. And yet there was strength in her too, that quiet determination that never failed to catch me off guard. "Zoey." I stepped closer, lightly touching her arm.

"Why not take the test? Just so we know for sure." She bit her lower lip. It was a habit I'd noticed she only did when truly nervous. "And if..." She trailed off, unable to finish. "If it's positive?" I finished gently. She nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. I should have had an answer ready. Something steady. Something reassuring a husband should say to his wife in a moment like this. But the truth was, I was still struggling to process the possibility myself. A child. My child. Our child. The thought had never factored into my plans.

we need to know if there's really something to worry about. Can you wait here? Twenty minutes

to take over all my meetings this morning," I said without preamble. Marcus blinked, clearly taken aback. "What?" "My meetings. All of them. Including the presentation for the Niharan investors and the inspection of the project with Anthony." Marcus stared at me as if I'd just suggested

hand through my hair, a gesture I rarely allowed myself in public. "Believe me, what's at stake." I know exactly "Then why the hell would you cancel everything? What could possibly be more important than-' "Zoey."

Zoey herself. "I'm not sure yet. But I need to be with her this morning." II Marcus studied me for a long moment, probably reading something in my expression I couldn't quite hide. "This is more than just a passing bug, isn't it?" I exhaled heavily. "Potentially, yes."

comment, though deep down, I knew he was right. "Can you handle this? Honestly?" Marcus sighed dramatically, but I could already see him