Pampered By My Obsessive Tycoon Husband

ter and more artificial than before. In her ha

the lid, and the rich aroma of pork rib and lotus root soup filled the air. "I f

e same cloying smell. She had been drinking it for months-every week, delivered with smiles and concern. I

way from Iesha's grasp. "That's so thoughtfu

spent all afternoon on this." She ladled some into a bowl and tried

ngers brushing the porcelain-and then deliberately fumbled, sending the bowl crashing to

d in the doorway at the sound of the crash. "Arthur, could you please clean this up? And dispose of the rest of the soup as well

for a split second before she smoothed it back into

angest thing. My body just... rejects it now." She met Iesha's eyes,

wanted to argue-to insist that Chloe drink it anyway, that a few sips wouldn't h

ave another appointment." She grabbed her purse, her m

you so much for the soup. It was

n. She slipped out a side door, walked to the main road, and haile

exam. She needed to know the extent of the damage. She needed to know how badly her

to mend her relationship with Jax, she hadn't thought about protection. But now, thinking about it was

he walked to a phar

sn't doing this because she wanted to. She was doing this because she had to-because she would rather break her own heart now than lose another child later.

-emergency contraception-and w

ce. Chloe quickly paid and tucked the small box i

yes watched her exit the pharmacy. He lifted a sm

h the earpiece, tight and co

st 77th, and no

she bought," Jax commanded, his

security feed, zooming in on the checkout counter. He saw the box in h

id, his own voice strained. "It

t, and then Evan heard a sharp crack, like som

mind was already working on a plan-a way to heal her body, to expos

te, a sense of dread washed over her. The air felt heavy, oppressiv

on the front steps, his fac

ircular driveway, its door still ajar,

d arrived be