All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Emma White's P.O.V.My heart was in my throat from the moment I got into the car with Jason. Being here with him was an outright act of defiance against Mark, and all I could do was pray it wouldn't end badly. Not only had I snuck away from the funeral of my father's business partner, but I hadn't even greeted my fiancé. My only comfort was that Jason had been careful with our escape.He figured out a way to get the car out of the parking area without drawing attention. He stopped by the roadside to pick me up from the bushes where I'd hidden. I'd been watching over my shoulder constantly, but there was no sign of anyone following us. I'd turned off my phone, and I'd seen him do the same.After a few minutes of driving, Jason pulled into a pharmacy and came out with supplies for my arm. The next stop didn't help the rhythm of my heart—it was a secluded motel, far from everything. My fingers gripped the hem of my dress tightly."Sorry this is the best place I could think of," he sai

I was floating in a cloud of comfort I didn't want to leave, but my body jolted involuntarily, shaking me awake. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized my apartment was bathed in the shadows of the night. Everything was dark and quiet—I had fallen completely asleep.Lawrence was still sprawled across my legs, fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, almost childlike, and it struck me just how exhausted he must have been. I blinked several times, trying to focus my vision in the dim light, then reached out to fumble for my phone where I'd left it nearby.When I finally found it, the time surprised me—it was past midnight. My notifications were overflowing with unread messages from earlier in the evening including one from Jason. He'd written about an hour ago, apologizing and explaining that an emergency had come up, but he promised to return my car tomorrow.Raising an eyebrow, I couldn't help but smile. I could imagine exactly what kind of "emergency" he'd had. I set the phone aside and

I hated vomiting—it was one of the most disgusting things in the world. Yet, there I was, hunched over the toilet, throwing up bitter, clear liquid. Lawrence knelt beside me, holding my hair back and gently patting my back. I felt utterly miserable.After a few more dry heaves, my nausea subsided by a fraction—just a tiny fraction."I want to die. I feel so awful," I groaned, lifting my head weakly."Why are you throwing up? Did you get up in the middle of the night to eat something?" he asked, rolling off some toilet paper to wipe my mouth. Somehow, this had become the most romantic situation we'd ever been in."No, it was that bacon. It looked and smelled bad—it must've been spoiled," I muttered, my stomach still churning."Spoiled? But I tasted it—it wasn't bad..."I shouldn't have imagined him eating it, but I did. The thought of that greasy, awful-looking bacon made my nausea return, though this time it was only dry heaves."Does anyone in your family or circle have a virus

"Tell me about your symptoms—when was your last period?" Natalie began her interrogation, her voice professional yet curious.With every answer I gave, my last shred of hope dwindled. No false positives, no psychological pregnancy—just reality staring me in the face. When I brought up the faint possibility of it being a mistake, Natalie just shook her head and gestured toward the examination table."Let's check. Lie down, and I'll do an ultrasound," she said firmly.Sitting on that cold, sterile table felt like being sentenced. My eyes darted toward the screen, hoping—praying—for the sight of an empty uterus. But Natalie said nothing, and her silence only heightened my anxiety.Lawrence's hand suddenly slipped into mine, grounding me. I closed my eyes, willing the universe to rewind the clock. I didn't need Natalie to say it—I already knew what was coming."You'll need to open your eyes, Sara," Natalie said gently. "There's a little one in there."The tears came instantly. They b

"Could you carry me? I'm tired of creating life over here," I teased with a smirk.Lawrence chuckled and grabbed the remote, turning off the TV before scooping me up princess-style. He carried me to the bedroom we'd been sharing these past few nights. The gesture was romantic and sweet, but tonight, I wanted more.As soon as he laid me on the bed, I pulled him down into a kiss, letting my lips convey my intentions. Lawrence froze for a moment before pulling back slightly, looking at me with confusion."What... are you doing?""What do you think I'm doing?" I said, trailing kisses down his neck. "Pregnancy hormones, Lawrence. I need you—you can guess for what."He looked like he was using every ounce of willpower to restrain himself, and for the life of me, I couldn't understand why. He had told me he would cancel the wedding, we were together, and we were having a baby. What was there to hold back?"Sara..." He gently but firmly separated himself from me. "I don't want to take ad