All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 701 - Chapter 710

LEO’S POV The cars lined up at the hospital’s parking lot.My assistant already rushed out to call for emergency.Soon, nurses rushed toward us with a stretcher. “Is she registered?” My assistant hurried forward to handle it. “Careful!” I snapped before I could stop myself. “Babe, I’ll be fine—just—ahh—!” Charlotte winced, gripping my arm hard. “I’ve got you,” I said quickly, even though I wasn’t sure who was holding whom together anymore. They tried to guide her onto the stretcher. I didn’t let go. “Sir, we need space—” A nurse told me. “I’m coming with her.” She shook her head. “No, you have to wait—” “I said I’m coming.” My tone must have carried weight, because the hesitation vanished quickly. But it wasn’t just the nurses anymore. My security team had already stepped in—clearing the path, holding doors, making sure nothing slowed us down. Within seconds we were moving fast down the hallway. My heart was racing. I’d never been in this situation before. At this

“Charlotte… I promise I will never get you pregnant again, I didn't know it was this painful". A weak, breathless laugh escaped her through the pain. “What a drama king you are, Leo… you had vasectomy already,” she whispered faintly. “I will redo it just to be sure.” She laughed weakly. “You are impossible.” I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt it—tears dropping onto her chest as I leaned over her, pressing my face against her skin. Her hand lifted weakly, patting my back. “Hey…” she murmured softly, her voice barely there. “Why are you crying more than me?” I let out a broken laugh against her skin. “I thought I was going to lose you…” She exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing through my hair. “I’m right here… baby. You did great.” I did great. She was the one who gave birth. “Our baby—is he or she healthy?” She asked. That’s right—the baby! I didn’t even remember. I quickly looked over at the nurses handling the cleanup. They placed the

“Sir?” I snapped back. “Yeah—sorry.” She smiled kindly. “New dads are usually like this. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” I let out a quiet breath. “I hope so.” Soon, someone called her attention. “You can get everything you want from this section.” I thanked her before she left. A father with a toddler son joined me. The baby looked like he was two or maybe three years old. The child was pointing excitedly at a toy on the shelf. “Daddy, this one!” The man looked at him and smiled. “Okay… just one, yeah?” His voice was tired and drained. I can’t wait for Jayjay to grow older. I found myself watching them longer than I should have. The man noticed eventually. Our eyes met briefly, and he gave me a small nod. “New baby?” he asked, glancing at the items in my basket. “Yeah. Just born today.” He nodded slowly. “Congratulations.” “Thanks.” I hesitated, then said, “You’re quite an active young man.” He looked down at the little boy, who was now pushing a toy.

She chuckled awkwardly, glancing around at the small crowd now watching us with barely concealed curiosity. “No, please, it’s okay, Mr. Leo. Really.” “No, it’s not okay,” I insisted, my voice low but firm. “Please—you have to let me do something.” She studied me for a long moment, then tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’re the famous artist Mystery Voice, aren’t you?” I gave a short, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yes… of course I am.” “I knew it! I wasn’t mistaken.” Her eyes lit up. “I still can’t believe you both came to our little hospital.” She reached up, tugged the tie from her bun, and let her golden-blonde hair cascade around her shoulders. She ran a hand through it, suddenly self-conscious, cheeks flushing faintly. “About that apology…” she said, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “Can we talk? In private?” I laughed again—this time more awkwardly than before. “Now really isn’t a good time. I need to see my wife

“Babe… I have no idea about it,” I told her sincerely.She pouted.“But that’s what I want, Jollof rice.”“She wants Jollof rice?” Angela asked.I rubbed my neck and nodded.“I never cooked Jollof rice before. That’s the problem.”Charlotte winced a little, her hand tightening on the blanket. My heart skipped immediately and I turned to her.“Hey… you okay, sweet?”“I’m fine,” she whispered. “Just sore.”Sore?She is still in pain?My chest tightened, but she gave me a reassuring smile.“I will go cook you jollof rice but please I have a request—eat something from the hospital’s menu. You can’t starve yourself until I figure this out, please.”It’s almost evening and she hasn’t eaten anything yet. This is ridiculous.She looked at me for a long moment, like she was weighing how far she wanted to push it.Then her lips curved slightly.“Okay… fine,” she murmured. “But only because you asked so nicely.”A small breath of relief left my chest.“Thank you,” I said softly, brushing my thum