Semua Bab I Got Pregnant… and My Cold CEO Won’t Let Me Leave: Bab 21 - Bab 30

She wasn’t alone.Fang Jia knew it before she even turned around.There was no sound.No movement.But the air had changed.Someone was behind her.Watching.Waiting.The feeling crawled up her spine, slow and suffocating, until her breath caught in her throat.And then—darkness swallowed everything.The mansion no longer felt safe.Not after the camera.Not after the message.Not after the truth had been dragged into the light.Upstairs, Fang Jia stood near the window, watching the rain blur everything outside into shadows. The glass reflected her face back at her—pale.tired.unsteady.Her hand rested protectively over her stomach.She tried to breathe slowly.Tried to calm the storm inside her.But it didn’t work.Someone had been watching her.Inside her room.Inside the place she thought was safest.A soft knock broke through her thoughts.“Miss Fang Jia, we’ve prepared another room for you.”A different maid.A different voice.Fang Jia hesitated.Another room.Another space.

The mansion was locked down.No one in.No one out.Every exit sealed.Every corridor watched.But the feeling of being watched—didn’t disappear.It only grew stronger.Fang Jia stood beside He Yichen in the hallway, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of his sleeve.She didn’t let go this time.Not after what just happened.Not after she heard that voice.“They’re still here,” she said quietly.Not a question.A certainty.Yichen didn’t deny it.His gaze moved slowly across the corridor, calculating every possible route, every blind spot.“They won’t get far.”His tone was calm.Too calm.As if this was no longer a threat—but a problem he was about to solve.Behind them, security moved quickly.Footsteps.Commands.Doors opening.Rooms being checked.But something felt off.Too slow.Too reactive.Like they were always one step behind.Yichen’s phone vibrated.Another message.He didn’t hesitate.He opened it immediately.A single line.“Still can’t find me?”Fang Jia’s b

The moment she said the name—someone would bleed.Fang Jia felt it deep in her chest, like a warning she couldn’t ignore.This wasn’t just the truth anymore.It was a trigger.And once it was pulled—there would be no stopping what came next.“If I say it… everything changes.”Fang Jia’s voice trembled, but her eyes didn’t look away.For the first time since everything began—she wasn’t confused.She was sure.He Yichen stood in front of her, completely still.“Say it.”Two words.Low.Controlled.But carrying weight.Fang Jia swallowed.Her fingers tightened against the fabric of her clothes.Her heart pounded violently.Because once she said it—there would be no going back.“I think it’s—”Her voice cut off.The lights flickered.Once.Twice.Then—a loud bang echoed from somewhere down the hall.Both of them froze.Yichen’s expression shifted instantly.Cold.Sharp.“Stay here.”But Fang Jia grabbed his arm.“No.”Her voice was firm this time.“I’m not staying behind again.”He l

If that door didn’t open—someone inside would die.He Yichen didn’t know if it would be her—or the last piece of control he still had.But either way—he wasn’t ready to lose.The red light above the operating room stayed on.Unchanging.Cold.Unforgiving.He Yichen stood right in front of it, unmoving, his eyes locked on the door as if staring hard enough could force it open.Time felt distorted.Too slow.Too heavy.Every second dragged like a blade across his nerves.Inside—Fang Jia was fighting.And he couldn’t reach her.His hands slowly tightened into fists.For the first time in years—he hated being powerless.A doctor rushed past him, pushing through the double doors.“Doctor—” Yichen stepped forward.But the door shut again before he could speak.The red light remained.Still on.Still blocking him out.“She’s losing too much blood.”The words echoed in his mind.Over and over.He closed his eyes for a brief second.Then opened them again.Cold.Sharp.Focused.Because pa

If they could reach her in a hospital—then nowhere was safe.Not the mansion.Not the streets.Not even under surveillance.The realization settled heavily in He Yichen’s mind as he stood beside Fang Jia’s bed.Machines beeped steadily.Cold.Precise.Too controlled for the chaos surrounding them.His eyes scanned the room again.Door.Windows.Corners.Blind spots.There were always blind spots.And now—he knew someone was using them.“They won’t stop,” Fang Jia said quietly.Her voice was weak, but steady.Not trembling anymore.Not confused.Just… certain.Yichen didn’t answer immediately.Because she was right.“They already crossed the line,” she continued, her hand resting protectively over her stomach.“They’re not trying to scare me anymore.”A pause.“They’re trying to finish it.”Yichen’s gaze darkened.“I won’t let that happen.”Simple words.But absolute.Fang Jia looked at him.For a second—she almost believed it.Almost.But something had changed.Inside her.Fear was