Impregnated By The Billionaire

Chapter 1

[ Two Months Later ]

“Are you sure?” dumbfounded, Noémie blurted out.

Her eyes had grown extra wide hearing the words that came out of the doctor's mouth. “Maybe we should do it again. What if you got the wrong results? There’s always a chance for slip-ups, right?”

“You look surprised,” the doctor said, her mouth pulled in a polite smile. Something Noémie found comforting and critical at the same time. “Do you not want one?”

“It’s not like that,” Noémie muttered, releasing a sigh, biting on her lower lip and rubbing her arms. Not because the air-conditioning in the room had got chillier, but because she didn’t know what else to do to keep her hands busy.

Besides, it was also calming in a way. Something she realized she desperately needed right now. Seeing how her heart was causing havoc inside. A huge part of her was offensively terrified.

“It’s just…”

Now, how was she supposed to explain that?

Two months ago, after she woke up in her boss’s bed, she had done everything in her strength to run away from him. She changed the country, the job, the contact details, the friends (well, maybe not all of them), and whatever was possible there to change. She did all that to escape the humiliation. So she wouldn’t have to face that man ever again. She did not even wait for him to apologize for his not-so-sophisticated actions.

In hindsight, it was kind of a rash decision, yet not the one she regretted.

She was so livid with him that day. How could he do this to her?

For three years, she worked for him with all the devotion and sincerity in the world. He was not the easiest person to work for, tossing orders around like a freaking royalty.

But at least he wasn’t a playboy like his younger brother, either. He didn’t flirt with every single thing that moved and breathed and had a pair of perky boobs. Unlike his coquettish brother, Ajax Halest was well-mannered, cultured, and no-nonsense. Something she had admired about him since day one. He always looked so tough and focused. Noémie rarely saw him without his signature grimace. The one that never left him. Not even when he slept.

She struggled to imagine if a man of his stature could ever apologize. He was so arrogant, often, she should know. She alone dealt with his mysterious mood swings all the time.

Until that fateful night when he destroyed the image she had of him when he fell from her eyes so low, she wasn’t certain if there was anything he could do to reverse that.

Burying her face into her hands, she strained her face hard. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.”

“You’re nervous,” the doctor said, the pleasant smile continuing to dance across her lips. Her eyes shone with an understanding Noémie hoped to see in her family’s eyes, too. Would they be angry at her? They would probably want to know who the man was. How would she answer the millions of questions they would barrage her with? “Which is absolutely normal.”

Noémie drew in a deep breath and lifted her head. “Are you really sure?” she asked, hoping the answer would be different this time. Although she should have known better than to doubt the capability of her own ears.

“If you want, I can run another test,” the kind doctor suggested, patience reflected through her every word. “But I’m positive the result would remain the same. You’re two months pregnant, Ms Rochester. Congratulations.”

Deep down, Noémie could feel a hurl of emotions. There was so much going on inside her.

That morning, when she woke up, only to throw her guts out, she stupidly thought she might have gotten a stomach bug after one of her colleague’s birthday bash the previous night. She had had no drinks, but there was definitely something fishy about those Manchurian balls. They tasted…different.

Not that it mattered now.

Sighing to herself, Noémie thanked the doctor and collected her reports and prescription before heading out of the hospital.

On her way to the parking lot, though, she was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice the man who walked right into her.

All the papers in his and her hands dropped and flew everywhere.

“Dammit!” the man cursed out loud, dropping on his haunches and furiously collecting all the papers. The man seemed to be in so much rush that he growled when he couldn’t distinguish which belonged to who. “They all look exactly the same!”

They didn’t. But he was panicking. But surprisingly, Noémie thought she could see right through him.

Putting aside the pit of her unease, she sank to her knees on the ground and helped him sort everything out. She gathered the papers and read them briefly before stacking them separately.

“Here.” Once done, she pushed all the papers in the file she thought belonged to him and handed them over. “Done!”

The man took the file and stood up, letting his shoulders drop with relief washing over him. “Thank you so much. Although I should probably apologize for running into you first.”

“It’s alright,” Noémie was quick to dismiss his apology. She had noticed how tense and restless he was a moment ago. It was obvious why he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. Hospitals weren’t the most delightful places in the world. Who knew what distress he was going through? She felt sorry for him. “There is nothing to be apologetic for. Take care of yourself.”

With that, she gave him a nod and turned towards the spot where she had parked her car. It wasn’t far from where she had bumped into that poor man.

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Little did she know that the accident wasn’t actually an accident.

The man who bumped into her did that on purpose, to serve an even greater purpose.

As he watched Noémie getting into the car and driving away, he took the phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

After three rings, someone finally picked up and answered.

“She’s in Bordeaux,” he furnished confidently.

“Are you sure it’s her?”

“Absolutely positive.”

The man on the other end of the phone hummed thoughtfully. “Anything else?”

“She visited the hospital today.”

“For what?”

“I’m not sure,” he rubbed his temples, turning around to protect his eyes from the blunt rays of the sun. “But she looked anxious and lost while leaving.”

“Get in and find out whatever she was there for. You have an hour.”

The man nodded firmly. “On it.”