Semua Bab I Got Pregnant… and My Cold CEO Won’t Let Me Leave: Bab 31 - Bab 40

If he crossed that line—there would be no coming back.And the worst part?He might not even remember it.“Leave.”The word still echoed in the room.Sharp.Final.But Fang Jia didn’t move.Didn’t even try.Because walking away now—felt more dangerous than staying.“I’m not leaving you,” she said again.Softer this time.But stronger.Yichen stood a few steps away, his back tense, his breathing uneven.“Fang Jia…”Her name came out low.Warning.Not gentle.Not safe.“You don’t understand.”“Then make me understand.”Silence.Heavy.His hand clenched again.The burning sensation surged—stronger than before.It wasn’t just pain anymore.It was pressure.Inside his chest.Inside his head.Like something was pushing—trying to break through.His vision blurred for a second.Then snapped back.Fang Jia saw it.Every change.Every shift.“Yichen…”She tried to get up again.Slower this time.Careful.Ignoring the pain in her body.Ignoring the warning in his eyes.“Don’t.”The word came

If she walked back in—she might not walk out again.But she still opened the door.The room felt colder the moment Fang Jia stepped inside.Not physically.But something in the air—had changed.He Yichen stood near the window, his back partially turned, his posture too still.Too controlled.That kind of stillness—wasn’t calm.It was restraint.“Yichen…”Her voice came out soft.Careful.Testing.No response.He didn’t move.Didn’t turn.Didn’t react.Fang Jia stepped closer.Slowly.Ignoring the warning in her body.Ignoring the memory of his last words.“Leave.”But she didn’t.Because she knew something now.If she left him alone again—she might lose him completely.“I talked to the doctor,” she said.Still no reaction.But his hand—twitched.Just slightly.“It’s affecting your brain.”A pause.“Your thoughts… your control.”Silence.Heavy.Then—he spoke.“You shouldn’t be here.”Low.Calm.Too calm.Fang Jia’s chest tightened.“I’m not leaving you.”That made him move.Slowl

The moment he stopped resisting—he wouldn’t come back.The room froze.No one moved.No one breathed.Because the man standing in front of them—was no longer predictable.He Yichen stood there, completely still, his gaze shifting slowly between the guards and Fang Jia.That smile—still there.Small.Cold.Wrong.“Sir… please step back.”One of the guards spoke carefully, his voice controlled but tense.No response.Yichen didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Just watched.Like he was observing something.Not part of it.“Yichen…”Fang Jia’s voice cut through the silence.Soft.Careful.But it reached him.For a second—just a second—his eyes flickered.Then it was gone.Replaced again by that same emptiness.“Stay back,” the guard said quickly, stepping slightly in front of Fang Jia.She didn’t listen.She stepped around him.“Miss—”“I said stay back.”Her voice was low.But firm.Unshakable.The guards hesitated.Because something in her tone—left no room for argument.She walked forward

If he pulled her down with him—she wouldn’t let go.Even if it destroyed them both.His hand closed around hers.Firm.Unyielding.Not gentle.Not careful.But not hurting either.That was the worst part.Because it meant—he was still choosing.In some way.Somewhere deep inside—he hadn’t disappeared completely.“Yichen…”Her voice softened.Almost a whisper.Their hands stayed locked.Neither of them moved.The room behind them—silent.Tense.Watching.Waiting.“Let me go.”She said it quietly.Not pulling away.Not forcing it.Just… giving him a choice.His fingers tightened slightly.Not enough to hurt.Just enough—to answer.No.Fang Jia’s chest tightened.But she didn’t panic.Not this time.Because she understood something now.If she resisted—he might snap.Completely.So instead—she stepped closer.Closing the distance.Her other hand lifted slowly.Carefully.Toward his face.The guards behind her shifted nervously.“Miss, don’t—”“Stay back.”Her voice cut through.Lo

If he followed through—there would be no coming back.Not for him.Not for her.His hand hovered near her neck.Close enough—to end everything.The room held its breath.No one moved.No one spoke.Because everyone knew—this was it.One second.One choice.One line—that couldn’t be uncrossed.“Execute.”The word echoed in his mind.Clear.Sharp.Absolute.Not a suggestion.Not a whisper.A command.His fingers twitched.Just slightly.Fang Jia felt it.Even without looking—she felt the shift.The tension.The edge.This was the closest he had ever come.Closer than before.Closer than anything.“Yichen…”Her voice came out soft.Barely there.But steady.Still steady.“I’m right here.”No response.His hand didn’t drop.Didn’t move away.Still hovering.Still deciding.“Finish it.”The voice returned.Stronger.Colder.Relentless.His breathing stayed calm.Too calm.Too controlled.That wasn’t him.That wasn’t human.That was something else.Something built.Something forced.Fa