Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 152 I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the soft, warm light of the hospital room. My body still felt heavy and drained, but the sharp pain was gone. Annie sat beside me in a chair, holding a tablet that showed Christian's face-tight with worry, his eyes full of tension. "I'm boarding the jet to Solara right now," he said, his voice urgen even through the small screen. "The plane's already on the runway. I'll be there in a few hours." "Love, you don't have to," I said, my voice still a little hoarse but cm enough to sound reassuring. "The baby and I are fine now.

It was just a terrible scare, but it's over." Instinctively, I placed a protective hand over my belly, feeling an overwhelming rush of relief knowing my baby was safe. Before Christian could respond, the door opened gently and a middle-aged woman stepped inside, dressed in a crisp white lab coat. She stopped for a moment when she noticed the tablet in Anne's hands, clearly surprised by the unconventional setup. "You can finish the call," she said kindly, offering a professional smile.

"I'll come back in a minute so we can go over your test results." "I'm not going anywhere," Christian said firmly through the screen. "I'm her husband. I need to hear everything you have to say." The doctor let out a soft laugh, clearly finding the situation unusual but understandable. "That's a little unorthodox, but all right," she agreed, moving closer to my bed with a warm expression. "I'm Dr. Harlow, the obstetrician on call. And I assume you're the worried father?" "Christian Kensington," he introduced himself. "And yes, very worried." Dr.

Harlow adjusted the tablet carefully so that Christian could see both of us, setting it up like a makeshift video consultation. "Let me explain exactly what happened," she began calmly, flipping through my chart. "The bleeding was caused by some fragile blood vessels in your placenta. It's positioned slightly lower than ideal for this stage of pregnancy. It's not a severe placenta previa, and there are no signs of premature detachment, but when you experience extreme stress, your body releases high levels of stress hormones.

the baby," admitted honestly. "In simpler terms," Dr. Harlow said patiently, sitting on the edge of my bed,

in anything related to Kensington business." "It wasn't the work that stressed me out," I protested, feeling the need to set the record straight. "It was Elise-like always, every time she shows up in my life. And if you even think about taking the PR

heavy physical strain, or anything that completely throws you off balance. Your body is literally demanding extra care right now." Annie, who had been silent up to this point, finally spoke. Her voice was thick with guilt. "I

her hand. Dr Harlow continued giving her detailed instructions, her tone call but firm. "All your lab results are completely stable now. The baby's heartbeat is strong and steady, there's no sign of fetal distress, and

be much more careful with emotional stress," "I understand, doctor," I said, nodding, the weight of her words sinking deep into me. "I'll be much more careful from now on." "I'll prescribe some additional