Semua Bab Pregnant and Rejected (Second chance mate): Bab 41 - Bab 50

Andrea sat stiffly, still trying to recover from the fiery sting of the spicy ramen that had scorched her tongue moments ago. Jaxon, mid-bite, looked at her with a mix of disbelief and amusement. “What the hell is Andrea saying? Are you okay? Everything’s too much for you. If you can’t handle it, why don’t you just get out? How can tea be spicy? Did your tongue go numb?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes searched her face, curious.Andrea didn’t answer. Instead, she kept blowing air over her tongue, her cheeks flushed from the heat. Her lips quivered as she tried to speak but only managed a weak cough. The room was filled with laughter and casual banter, but the burning sensation in her mouth was all she could focus on.Rick, who had just returned with the bottle of water, took it from her trembling hands. Bringing the bottle close, he sniffed it carefully and frowned. “Who the hell swapped the tea with booze?” he asked, his voice rising slightly with surprise.All eyes turned toward

The cafeteria was alive with the low murmur of students talking and the clatter of cutlery, but Jack’s sudden exclamation shattered the calm. His face was a mix of surprise and disbelief as he pointed toward a chair near their table.“Oh my goodness, you guys need to see this,” Jack said, voice tinged with shock.Jaxon and Rick immediately rose from their seats, moving closer with quick, curious steps. Jack was gesturing at the chair where Andrea had been sitting just moments ago.“What the hell happened to Andrea’s chair?” Jaxon asked, his brows knitting together as he examined the worn-out wood and then his gaze settled on a dark, glaring stain.Rick’s eyes widened sharply. “Is that… blood?” His voice lowered, a tense urgency creeping in. “Is the snowflake hurt?”The word ‘snowflake’ was a nickname they’d teased Andrea with—though few really knew the weight behind the name.Jaxon’s heart quickened. His mind raced as he scanned the room for any sign of Andrea. Panic flickered through

Andrea’s heart thudded.“No, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not smoking,” she said, trying to keep her voice level, but her chest was rising and falling a little too quickly.The teacher narrowed her eyes. “OK, if you say so. Let me check your bag.”For a moment, Andrea’s body stilled. She gave a shrug that she hoped looked casual. “After all,” she whispered under her breath, “I have nothing to hide.”With her face composed, she reached into her locker and pulled out her bag. But the moment her hand touched the zipper, a sickening realization struck her like lightning.Oh my goodness. No.Not this bag.She’d forgotten.The pads.Her fingers froze on the zipper. Her thoughts raced.If the teacher sees it… if she sees that, she’ll definitely know. She’ll know I’m not a boy. She’ll report me. I’ll be dismissed. They’ll say I deceived the school. That I discouraged others. That I misled the entire dorm, the teachers, the principal…No, no, no, no, no.Panic clawed at her throat. Sweat starte

Andrea didn’t waste another second. As soon as she pulled herself together, she snatched up her bag and headed out the door.The school hadn’t felt so far before. Her feet moved fast, but her thoughts dragged like chains behind her. Her father’s voice was still pounding in her ears: “Then we’ll kill them. Jaxon. Jack. Rick.”The threat repeated in her head like a broken record. It bounced off the walls of her mind, echoing through her heart, louder than her footsteps on the pavement.Would he really kill them? Just like that?The image of Jaxon pretending to punch Rick, Jack shouting for the teacher, Rick stumbling around like a clown—boys who’d protected her without knowing the full story—flashed again and again in her mind. And now, she might be the reason their lives were on the line.When she reached the school building, the halls were already half-empty. Evening lectures were about to begin, and most students had gathered either in the classrooms or nearby.The corridor felt quie

Andrea had searched everywhere—every corner of that boy’s life, his schedule, even his moods—but nothing yet. No evidence. Nothing concrete. She was exhausted. Each time she thought she might be close to figuring it out, something would slip through her fingers like air.Midday came slow. The sun hung lazily over the sky like it, too, was tired of this constant game of hide and seek. The boys—Jaxon, Rick, and Jack—had decided to freshen up, probably because they’d just returned from training or something. She wasn’t paying full attention anymore. Her mind was restless.Andrea stepped out of the room just as Jack’s voice echoed down the hallway.He was on the phone.She paused. No footsteps, no noise. She stopped breathing for a second.Jack’s back was half turned, his voice low, careful, like he was keeping a secret wrapped tight between his lips. He wasn’t like Jaxon, who would argue in public like thunder with no shame. Jack was precise, private.“I’m telling you, we haven’t secured