All Chapters of Until The Baby Is Born: CEO's Temporary Fiancee : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ivy stood pressed against the marble counter of the reception desk with her hands trembling violently against its surface. Her breath came in short, broken bursts, her eyes were red from crying, and her voice shook each time she tried to speak. Panic had wrapped itself around her entire body, squeezing her lungs and twisting her stomach.“Please, please, she is only three. She will be terrified. I need to find my baby,” Ivy pleaded to the overwhelmed receptionist, her voice cracking in the middle and her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. “You do not understand, she has never wandered off like this. She must be so scared right now. Please help me. Please.”A few feet away, Christina stood with Elijah in her arms. The little boy was crying loudly, his face buried in her shoulder, his small fists clutching her shirt in tight little bunches as if afraid she would disappear too. Christina rocked him back and forth gently, whispering soft words into his ear, trying to soothe him even thoug

The suite was silent in a way that pressed against the chest.Not peaceful. Not calm.Controlled.Asher stood near the floor to ceiling windows, his back straight, his hands loosely clasped behind him as if he were holding himself together by force alone. The city lights bled into the glass, blurred by rain that had started sometime after they arrived. He did not look at the view. He had not looked away from the bed for a long time.Ivy lay there, pale against the white sheets, machines humming softly beside her. Her breathing was even now stabilized, the doctor’s quiet assurances still echoing faintly in his mind. She was alive. Consciousness would come back. They had said that it was simple.Asher did not move closer. He watched.He always watched.Her hair was darker than he remembered. Not much, just enough to notice. Back then it had caught the light more, a soft brown that warmed when she smiled. Now it was deeper, almost black, spread across the pillow like spilled ink. She had

The pillow came out of nowhere.Christopher barely had time to register the blur of white fabric before it smacked into his chest and slid down to the floor. He stared at it for half a second, then looked back at Ivy, who was sitting up in bed with fire in her eyes and color finally back in her cheeks.“What the hell do you mean by fiancée?” she demanded, her voice sharp, incredulous, and very much awake now.Christopher blinked once. Then he sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Do not ask me,” he said defensively. “Ask Christina. She is the one who said it out loud. I just went along with it.”Ivy grabbed another pillow and hugged it to her chest, glaring at him like she was seriously considering throwing that one too. “You just went along with it,” she repeated slowly, disbelief dripping from every syllable. “Do you have any idea what you started in that room?”He sat down on the edge of the bed, turning slightly toward her. “I was trying to protect you,” he said, softer now. “Yo

THE NEXT MORNINGIvy stood near the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching Aurelia pace back and forth with restless steps. The little girl’s shoulders were hunched, guilt written plainly in the way she kept twisting her fingers together.“You cannot do that again,” Ivy said gently but firmly, her voice carrying the weight of fear she was trying hard to hide. “You cannot just walk away like that. Not without telling anyone. Do you understand how scared I was?”Aurelia stopped pacing and looked up at her mother, eyes glossy. “I am sorry,” she whispered. “I did not think. I just…didn't like it here and no one was listening to me. .”Ivy’s expression softened instantly. She crossed the room in two quick steps and knelt, pulling Aurelia into her arms. Aurelia buried her face into Ivy’s shoulder, clinging tightly as if afraid she might disappear if she let go.“I know,” Ivy murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair. “But you have to tell me next time. Always tell me.”Aurelia

The conference room slowly emptied as the final slide faded from the screen, leaving behind a low hum of murmured conversations and shuffling papers. The clients exchanged polite smiles, nodding thoughtfully as they gathered their notes, while assistants quietly reset the room for the break. The air felt heavy, charged with anticipation and unspoken rivalry.Ivy sat beside Christopher at the long table, her back straight but tense, fingers clenched tightly in her lap. Her legs would not stop moving, a restless wobble that betrayed the calm expression she was trying so hard to maintain. Every second stretched longer than the last, her mind replaying every word she had spoken during the presentation, every reaction she thought she might have misread.Christopher noticed immediately.He reached out and placed his hand gently on her knee, grounding, steady. “Hey,” he said quietly, leaning closer so only she could hear him. “Stop that. You are going to wear a hole through the floor.”She l