All Chapters of Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Savannah woke up in a strange room. For a moment she didn’t move. Her eyes looked at the ceiling, the white curtains, the clean floor. It was quiet, not like the noisy place she used to sleep in. No rats, no smell, no broken bed. This was different. Too different.Her hand rested on her stomach. The baby was calm, but her heart was not. She sat up slowly and looked around. The room was well furnished. The bed was soft, the sheets new. A small lamp glowed on the side table. Everything looked perfect, but she didn’t feel at home. She felt out of place, like she didn’t belong.Adrian’s voice came from the door. “You’re awake.”She turned her head quickly. He walked in holding a paper bag. He looked fresh, dressed in a simple shirt, and carried a calm air. He placed the bag on the table.“I bought some groceries,” he said. “You need to eat well. Not only for yourself but for the baby.”Savannah lowered her eyes. “You didn’t have to do all this for me. I can manage.”Adrian pulled out brea

Evening came and the mansion glowed with bright lights. The maids had worked hard all day under Cassandra’s strict rules, and the house looked spotless. Every flower vase was shining, every curtain straight, and the dining table was set like a feast. Cassandra stood in front of the mirror in Nathaniel’s bedroom, wearing a silky red gown. She sprayed her perfume and touched her lips with bright lipstick. She smiled at her reflection, practicing the soft sweet face Nathaniel liked to see. It was all a game. She knew how to switch her face. In front of the maids she was fire, but in front of Nathaniel she became sugar. That was how she planned to hold him tight until every part of his world was in her hands. Soon the sound of Nathaniel’s car filled the compound. Cassandra rushed downstairs, her gown sweeping the marble floor. She reached the door just in time as Nathaniel stepped inside. He looked tired, his suit slightly loose after a long day. “Welcome home,” Cassandra sa

The knock on the door made Savannah’s chest tighten. For a moment she thought her past had found her again. She stood frozen, her hand pressed against her belly, while Adrian stepped forward. “Stay here,” he said firmly, his tone protective. He moved to the door and pulled it open. A young man stood there, holding a pizza box, the smell of melted cheese floating into the room. “Delivery,” the boy said cheerfully. Savannah blinked. Adrian sighed in relief, then looked back at her with a faint smile. “Did you order this?” Savannah shook her head quickly. “No… I don’t even eat pizza.” The delivery boy looked confused. “This is room 14, right? A woman called in the order about an hour ago. Pepperoni, large.” Adrian’s brows knit together. “Maybe they got the wrong room.” He glanced at Savannah. “Do you want it?” Savannah hesitated, then shook her head again. “No… it must be for someone else.” Adrian handed the box back to the boy. “Wrong order. Sorry.” The boy shrugged, t

The morning sun poured gently through the thin curtain in Savannah’s new apartment. The room smelled fresh, nothing like the place she had stayed before. The bed was soft, the walls were clean, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a little safe. Still, her heart carried heaviness. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her belly with one hand. The baby. Her secret strength. The only reason she kept pushing forward. A knock came at the door. She froze for a second, fear rushing through her. Every knock made her think of Nathaniel or Cassandra finding her. Slowly, she stood and opened the door. It was Adrian. He stood there tall and calm, dressed neatly, his dark hair falling just above his forehead. He held a small bag in his hand. When he saw her pale face, his lips curved into a soft smile. “Good morning, Savannah,” he said. “I thought I should come check on you.” Her eyes widened a little. “Mr. Adrian… you’re here again?” “Yes,” he answered simply, stepping insid

Adrian could not sleep that night. He kept turning on his bed, staring at the ceiling, but Savannah’s face refused to leave his mind. He had seen many women before, but none stayed in his thoughts like her. There was something about her. She was fragile yet strong, broken yet still standing. And she was carrying a child alone. He remembered the way she cried in the hospital when she told him about her husband. Her voice shook, her eyes were swollen, but she still tried to hold herself together. Any other woman would have broken completely, but not Savannah. That strength touched something in him he could not explain. The city lights shone outside his window, but Adrian’s mind was not on the city. He kept thinking of her small room, the weak bed, and the way she nodded when he asked if that was where she lived. It hurt him to imagine her there again. The next morning, Adrian went out. He found himself inside a baby store. He didn’t even know why he came, but before long, h