Chapter 8 I'm Pregnant

"Are you certain he's still staying here?" Nancy inquired, her eyes narrowed as she stood before the counter of the Saunders Hotel.

"Oh yes, I've heard that Yaacob is a VIP at the Saunders Hotel. Room 8808, you know how hard it is to book. I can't quite figure out this man's background, but I'd bet he's on par with your sleazebag of an ex-husband."

"I see. We'll talk again later."

"Wait, Ms. Lawson. About the fee for this information..."

"You don't get any money for this. I'll pay you if I succeed today!" Nancy snapped and hung up.

As she lowered her head to place her phone back in her purse, a few strands of her lustrous chestnut curls cascaded down her fair shoulders, revealing a circular scar above her shoulder blade—a memento of a car accident.

She straightened up and pulled out her makeup mirror to touch up her appearance. After tucking her hair behind her ear to hide the scar, she strode across the hotel's lounge area. The click of her eight-centimeter heels attracted a series of curious glances.

Nancy was wearing a bright red, tight-fitting dress that highlighted her perfect figure. The hem of her short skirt barely covered her hips, showcasing her long and exquisite legs. The way her body moved was enough to attract all wandering eyes to her.

However, her face was hidden behind sunglasses and a mask, not giving away a hint of her beauty.

It was only when she arrived at her target's door and knocked that she removed her sunglasses and mask.

After a wait of perhaps two minutes, the door to room 8808 opened. Nancy was instantly greeted by a strong, masculine scent.

Lifting her eyes, she was met with a naked man!

Her gaze lingered on the man's tight, attractive abs, following the shimmering sweat trail for a tantalizing three seconds before she cleared her throat and met Yaacob's deep eyes.

"Mr... Mr. Getson, do you remember me?" Nancy asked.

Yaacob, draped in a white towel and drenched in sweat, wiped his brow without replying.

Seeing that he seemed not to recall, Nancy gritted her teeth and reminded him, "Just a month ago, in this very room, we had... an encounter! You mentioned wanting to continue our relationship. I'd like to talk about that."

At this, Yaacob stopped wiping his sweat and seemed to remember her.

Ten minutes later, the two sat across from each other in the room. Yaacob was holding a pregnancy report from the city's primary hospital. His handsome brows arched into a mysterious expression. "You want me to... take responsibility for this?"

"Yes," Nancy nodded firmly, "I noticed you were interested in me last time, but I don't accept a lover's relationship without security. We must marry each other!"

With a practiced negotiator's poise, Nancy raised her voice, "Mr. Getson, take a good look at what you're holding. It's my pregnancy result, fresh from the hospital. I'm pregnant, and I've come to you for an answer!"

Yaacob set the papers down and leaned back on the sofa and smiled lazily. "Are you saying that the child is mine?"