Chapter 2
The bathroom door creaked open, and a pair of delicate arms wrapped around Caspian from behind.
He stiffened. Before he could turn around, Shannon buried her face into the crook of his neck and brushed her soft lips against his skin.
“Caspian… I want you…”
A flicker of pain flashed through his eyes. “Babe, you don’t have to do this. There’s no rush for a baby.”
Her slender fingers traced down his abdomen, making his breath hitch.
“But I want you right now…”
Caspian’s gaze darkened. In one swift motion, he scooped Shannon up and tossed her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.
His kisses rained down, hot and urgent. Their breathing grew heavier.
“Babe…”
Just then, an abrupt ringtone shattered the moment.
Caspian ignored it. His kisses trailed down her shoulder and neck, one after another.
Shannon gasped and nudged him. “Caspian… Your phone…”
He didn’t care. Instead, he pulled her closer. “Forget it. Focus on me.”
The incessant ringing continued, finally killing the mood entirely.
With a sigh, Caspian pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Let me take this. I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed his phone and stepped outside.
Shannon sat up, then wandered to the balcony.
Caspian never took calls in private, no matter how big or small the matter. What kind of call would make him hide it from her now?
Just as she reached for the balcony door, Caspian opened it first.
His brows were furrowed as he spoke softly into the phone. Seeing her approach, he quickly covered the receiver and gave her an apologetic look. “Babe, there’s an emergency at work. I have to go.”
Before Shannon could respond, he snatched up his keys from the table and disappeared into the night.
Her heart sank, and a bitter taste rose in her throat.
Since Caspian had taken over the company, he rarely came home. They barely spent any nights together.
And now, when they finally had a chance, it slipped through her fingers again.
Shannon stood there for a long time before finally gathering up the scattered clothes on the floor.
As she carried them to the laundry room, a folded piece of paper slipped from Caspian’s pocket and fluttered to the ground.
Shannon was about to pick it up. But the moment she saw the words, her pupils constricted, and her heart pounded wildly.
The bold, glaring words “Pregnancy Test Report” hit her like a shockwave.
In the guardian’s signature section, one name stood out—Caspian Bellwether.
A buzzing noise filled her ears. Shannon couldn’t hear anything else. Her hands trembled as she picked up the report.
At first, she thought it had to be a mistake. After all, there were plenty of people with the same name.
But after staring at it for a long time, she couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She knew Caspian’s handwriting better than anyone. He had signed every one of her report cards since they were kids.
Suddenly, she remembered something Alena had said after one of her relentless inquiries about a grandchild.
“If you can’t give birth, then I’ll have Caspian find someone else who can. One way or another, I’m getting a grandchild this year!”
Had Caspian really found someone else?
Shannon quickly dismissed the thought. That was impossible.
He loved her too much for that. When Alena had first suggested it, he had been so furious that he nearly destroyed half the villa in his rage.
“Never. If I have a child, it’ll only come from Shannon.”
Even Caspian’s father, Steve Bellwether, had pointed a finger at him and called him a disgrace.
But now, Caspian’s signature was right there, clear as day, on a pregnancy test report.
Doubt and denial tangled inside her. Shannon reached for her phone, wanting to call Caspian.
But then she remembered the way he had left in such a hurry. What if it really was something urgent? She didn’t want to disturb him unnecessarily.
After a long hesitation, Shannon lowered her phone and tucked the report away.
That night, she lay awake, tossing and turning.
