All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

He smiled faintly and shook his head. “If I tell you... you’ll ruin the surprise.” She continued looking at him for several seconds, as though trying to read what lay behind his expression. Then she asked cautiously, “And what if I don’t like the surprise?” He shrugged simply. “I’ll deal with the consequences.” She couldn’t stop a small smile from appearing on her lips. “You’ve become very confident.” He answered calmly, “No. I’ve just become more willing to take risks.” A brief silence passed between them. Then he pulled a piece of black silk cloth from his jacket pocket and waved it in front of her. Her eyes widened. “Mazen...” He smiled. “Don’t worry... I’m not kidnapping you.” She shook her head with a resigned sigh. “And here I was starting to worry.” He stepped closer, then stopped before reaching out his hand. “May I...?” She looked at the blindfold, then at him. She didn’t know why she agreed. She quietly closed her eyes. He gently tied the blindfold ar

The mansion had been unusually bustling since early morning. The servants moved quietly through the halls, checking everything one final time, while Mazen’s mother personally made sure the baby’s room was ready. She rearranged the tiny blanket over the crib for the tenth time, even though it was already perfectly in place. Downstairs... Salma stood beside Asia, watching her in silence. Asia was trying to appear calm, but her fingers, tightly intertwined in front of her, betrayed her anxiety. Salma smiled and gently patted her hand. “Relax... he’ll be here in a few minutes.” Asia nodded, then whispered, “I feel as though I’m seeing him for the first time.” Before she could finish... A black car stopped in front of the mansion gates. Everyone’s heads turned at once. Mazen stepped out first, then walked to the rear door and opened it carefully. A woman in her mid-forties stepped out, dressed in a simple medical uniform and carrying a small bag filled with medical supplies.

With the first light of morning... The nurse knocked softly on the door, then turned to Asia with a smile. “Come on... it’s time to feed the little one.” Asia nodded and followed her toward the baby’s room. She assumed the nanny had taken him away only a few minutes ago and that the room would be empty as usual. The nurse quietly opened the door... Then suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, murmuring awkwardly, “Oh my God... I’m sorry.” Asia raised her head in confusion, then looked inside... And froze too. Mazen was asleep on the small sofa beside the baby’s crib. One of his arms was stretched inside the crib, while the baby’s tiny hand was wrapped around one of his fingers, as though he refused to let go. As for Mazen’s shirt... It had been carelessly tossed over the back of the sofa. He was wearing nothing but cotton pants, and it was obvious that he had taken off his shirt sometime during the night after the heat and exhaustion

Night had settled over the mansion in its usual quiet. Most of the lights had been turned off, leaving only the dim wall lamps casting small golden circles across the polished marble, while the night breeze slipped through the open windows, carrying the scent of jasmine planted throughout the garden. Asia gently closed the door to Yazid’s room. She paused for a moment, resting her palm against the handle as though making one final check that he was still asleep. Ever since he had returned home... his sleep had become a treasure she was afraid to waste. She smiled faintly to herself, then walked down the hallway in quiet steps, careful not to let the slightest sound come from her slippers. But the moment she raised her head... she stopped. Mazen was standing on the spacious balcony at the end of the hallway. He hadn’t noticed her. He was staring absently into the garden, one hand resting on the stone railing and the other tucked into his trouser pocket. The breeze stirred

The question remained suspended between them... Neither of them withdrew from it. Nor could she bring herself to step any closer. She looked at him as his words slowly echoed inside her... “Would you accept... my asking your mother for your hand in marriage?” It wasn’t a question he had blurted out under the weight of the moment. It felt more like a decision he had lived with for a long time, until it finally settled on his lips. As for her... She felt that her heart, which had grown accustomed to racing out of fear, was racing this time for an entirely different reason—one she didn’t know how to name. She lowered her eyes. Her fingers began to fidget with the edge of the jacket still covering her shoulders. Its warmth only made her more flustered. The silence stretched on, until she thought he might repeat his question. But he didn’t. He simply stood there... waiting. At last, she raised her head. For the first time, she found it difficult to look at him. She whispe