Lahat ng Kabanata ng PREGNANT WITH THE COLD CEO'S BABY: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Kaira's POV After thinking everything through, I got up from the bed and stretched my arms. "Let's not only think but start acting," I whispered to myself and reached for my towel. My eyes felt itchy, so I gently rubbed them. Maybe, perhaps, because of the nighttime food. My stomach still felt a bit heavy. I took off my pajamas and wrapped the towel around me before hurrying to the bathroom. After my bath, I brushed my teeth and came out. My skin was already dry, so I went straight to my bag and took out my body lotion. It’s the same one I use on my face too. The tube was almost empty, and the writing on it was already fading. I pressed it softly, careful not to waste much. The smell was light and clean as I rubbed it all over my body. This lotion had lasted almost a year. I use it little by little because I don’t know when I’ll have money to buy another one. When I was done, I let out a small sigh and pulled my box closer. "What should I wear?" I said, resting my chin on my ha

Kaira's POV "No, I was…" I started to say, but I was cut off quickly. I wanted to tell her she was hardworking; cooking, washing her clothes, and cleaning all at once, alone in this big house. "I know, and I’m begging you," she said, slowly lifting her head to look at me. "Oh, okay. I wasn’t going to say anything though. I just wanted to tell you that you’re hardworking," I said flatly. She reminded me of myself. I saw myself in her, carrying the whole house on my shoulders like a maid instead of a family. "What do you mean? I thought… your reaction earlier was like someone who would report me right away. My boss doesn’t like it when I’m cooking and not in the kitchen," she said, her face showing a mix of worry, tiredness, and fear. I didn’t even know how to describe that look. "And she likes everything neat, but I look messy now…" she said with a small, awkward smile, glancing down at her clothes. "You shouldn’t do things that will upset her next time," I said gently. She l

Kaira's POVOutside Camille’s house, standing in the alleyway, I couldn’t shake the thoughts from my head. What her mom had said to me kept echoing again and again, every word still ringing in my ears since I left her presence. My feet felt heavy, my chest tight. I didn’t even notice when I reached the gate.Helen’s voice had broken through my thoughts then, pulling me back to reality."Are you even listening? You seem out of it. What are you thinking? I hope everything’s alright?" she had said, her voice was soft but filled with worry. Her hand tapped my shoulder lightly, and that little touch snapped me out of my fog.I blinked, realizing I’d been staring into space. "Oh yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just... spaced out, yeah, spaced I guess," I had replied, my voice sounding more startled than calm.She had studied my face for a second, not quite believing me, then smiled faintly. "I was thanking you about earlier. I didn’t expect you would involve yourself. Thank you."Her

"Why did you bring me here?" Camille asked, her eyes wandering around the place.They both sat outside on a wooden bench in front of a large building. People passed by, some were laughing, while some were lost in their own thoughts. But Camille wasn’t like them; her gaze kept shifting, curious and cautious, like someone seeing the place for the first time."Uh... to have our breakfast. You haven’t eaten, right?" Jason said, his voice was gentle but laced with worry."I’m not hungry," she replied quickly, her eyes drifting toward the tall glass doors and then to the bold letters on the sign above.Her lips moved slightly as she read it. "It’s... a hotel.""And a restaurant too. They serve the best food here," Jason added with a faint smile."Come on, Camille, don’t tell me you’ve really never been here before?" he asked, one brow lifting as he stared at her.Camille’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. Slowly, she turned her head toward him, meeting his gaze."Why would I come here when I

Kaira's POV While I was still running after him, something unexpected happened. My heart, which was already pounding too fast from running, throbbed even harder when I saw him suddenly moving backward toward me.He was almost at the corner, close to the main street where cars passed by, unlike the quiet alley where he had taken my phone. His hands were raised behind his head like he was surrendering."What’s going on?" I whispered, my eyes widening in shock. Then I slowed down, my steps turning cautious. And fear still stirred in me, but curiosity pushed me closer.Why would someone who just stole from me suddenly stop and come back with my phone still in his hand?I couldn’t make sense of it. My brows squeezed together as I kept walking, unsure what to expect.There was only a short distance between us now. I glanced around the area before stopping completely.Should I go to him and ask for my phone back? That’s what I wanted most. But something about this didn’t feel right.My min