Semua Bab Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Camille stood there, her body pressed against Pierce, trembling slightly. She could feel the walls she had built over the past five years slowly crumbling, brick by brick. His familiar warmth wrapped itself around her, making his wickedness feel like a distant memory. One she would like to let go of.She was letting go of her hatred—slowly, quietly."Mummy?" Elian's little voice cut through the moment, and her breath caught. Her body stiffened, and Pierce immediately let go of her.Camille wiped her tears quickly, not wanting her son to see her in such a vulnerable state.Elian stood by the kitchen doorway, his lips stained with jam and a star-cut toast in his hand."Is everything alright, Mummy?" He asked softly. His mother was his best friend, and even though she wiped away her tears, he could still tell she was upset—and had been crying.Camille went to him hastily. She crouched before him so their faces were level. "Yes. Yes, everything is alright," she said, brushing her fingers

Camille stood in front of her desk, her eyes on Pierce, who was resting his back casually on the wall opposite her.She stared at the bag in his hand—a travel bag—hoping that whatever reason he had for bringing it, it wasn't the one she was thinking."What... why are you here, and with a bag?" she asked finally, heart thudding in suspense.Pierce looked at her like the answer was obvious. "I'm moving in with you," he answered calmly.She blinked. "What?""I'll be living here," he repeated, slow and certain, like it was already settled and she had no say in it.Camille scoffed, her head shaking from side to side. "No. You can't stay with me."Pierce tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "I am. Everything has been arranged."She stared at him, puzzled. "Arranged?""Yes," he said, folding his arms.Camille laughed, finding every word he said ridiculous. When he told her he would be back, she didn't think he meant living with her.This—this was a situation she hadn't even con

Camille stood next to the patient bed in her office, trying her best to concentrate on the injection she was administering to her patient, Catherine.But—"Don't whisper."His voice infiltrated her head, and her fingers shook. Camille steadied her breathing and continued what she was doing, refusing to let the thoughts in her mind take over."Are you alright, doc?" Catherine asked.Camille nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yeah. I'm fine. This will just take—""And don't you dare look away."His voice came again, commanding, and loud.Camille flinched, losing focus of what she was doing."Ah!" Catherine yelled sharply, her fingers covering the spot Camille had just wrongly pricked with the needle."I'm— I'm sorry," Camille said quickly, gently removing the syringe and pressing a fresh swab against the woman's arm. "I wasn't focused. Hold still, I'll fix it.""I don't know what's going on, doc, but you know how much I hate needles. I'm trying my best to be brave, so please—don't get

The Asian restaurant glowed with warm lantern lights and soft ambient music. The air was thick with the aroma of sizzling garlic, pepper oil, and something sweet Camille couldn't name, but it reminded her of warm syrup and toasted coconut.She sat across from Pierce and Elian in a cozy corner booth by the wide glass window. Outside, the city lights twinkled like faraway stars, and cars passed slowly, their headlights streaking across the glass in rhythmic motion.It was nearing nighttime, and Pierce had suggested they grab dinner before heading back to Ventria Central Penitentiary.Elian bounced in his seat, his nose practically pressed to the table as the waiter returned with another plate."Noodles! I love noodles, Mummy!" he beamed, his tiny hands gripping the edge of the table.The waiter carefully set down a large bowl of hand-pulled noodles swimming in rich broth, steaming gently, with slices of marinated pork and chopped spring onions floating at the top.Pierce chuckled. "You

The room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside the bed. Camille sat beside Pierce, unmoving. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around his hand. It felt warm in hers, but he hadn't stirred. Not once.She stared at his face, pale and still, as if he were only sleeping. But he wasn't. Not really. And that made her afraid.She squeezed his hand gently. "Please wake up," she whispered. "Just open your eyes... please."Nothing.Her heart ached. She had done everything she could—everything. But now, it wasn't in her hands anymore. She looked down at their joined hands and whispered again, "You said you would stay."She blinked back tears. "You promised me.""You should get some sleep, Doc," Nurse Mary said, pulling aside the curtain that shielded the room from prying eyes.Camille didn't look up, afraid that if she did, something bad might happen to Pierce."He's stable, Doc," Mary said softly. "You did all you could. And you saved him."Camille didn't speak. Her fingers