Please Don’t Say You Love Me

As soon as the bathroom door opened, soft, delicate hands wrapped around James from behind.

James’s body stiffened. Before he could turn around, Remi buried her face in the crook of his neck, brushing her lips gently against his skin.

“James… I…”

Looking heartbroken, he said, “Remi, you don’t have to do this. We’re not in a rush about having a child.”

Her slender fingers slid down along his abdomen. His breathing hitched instantly.

“But I want to. Right now.”

His gaze darkened. In the next second, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed, tossing her down before leaning over her. His kisses came hot and urgent. Their breathing grew heavier with each passing second.

“Remi…”

Just then, a sharp ringtone suddenly cut through the room. James ignored it, his kisses trailing down from her shoulder to her neck.

She let out a soft gasp and pushed against him lightly. “James, your phone…”

Still, he did not answer it. Instead, he pulled her back into his arms. “Ignore it. Focus on me.”

The ringing kept going, shrill and insistent, until it shattered the intimate atmosphere.

James finally pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ll take this call and come right back.”

With that, he grabbed his phone and stepped outside.

Remi slowly got up and walked toward the balcony. No matter how big or small the matter was, James had never hidden phone calls from her. So what kind of call would make him step outside?

Just as she reached for the balcony door, it was pushed open from the other side. James stood there, brows tightly furrowed, his voice lowered as he coaxed the person on the other end.

When he saw her approaching, he covered the receiver and looked at her apologetically. “Remi, there’s an urgent matter at the company. I have to go.”

Before she could respond, he grabbed the car keys from the table and disappeared into the night.

The light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and a bitter taste rose in her throat. Ever since James officially took over the company, he had rarely come home, and the time they shared a bed had grown fewer. Now, the rare moment they had almost shared was gone.

She stood there in a daze for a long time before bending down to pick up the clothes scattered across the floor. As she carried them toward the laundry room, a piece of paper slipped out of James’s pocket and fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up. However, the moment she saw its contents, her eyes widened in shock, and her heart began pounding. The title ‘Pregnancy Examination Report’ hit her like a truck, and it stated that James had signed it. A loud buzzing filled her ears, and her hands trembled as she picked up the report.

At first, she told herself she must be mistaken. There were plenty of people in the world with the same name. Yet, as she stared at the signature, she realized she could not lie to herself. Ever since they were young, he had signed all of her report cards, so she knew his signature better than anyone.

Suddenly, she remembered something James’s mother, Katie, had once said after pressuring her about having a baby. “If you can’t conceive, then I’ll have my son look for someone else to do it. I want a grandson this year, no matter what.”

Did he really go looking for another woman?

No. She immediately rejected the thought. How could that be? He loved her so much. The last time his mother suggested that, he had been so furious he nearly smashed up the entire mansion.

“Only Remi can bear my child,” he had declared.

His father had pointed at him and called him ridiculous, but now, his signature was right there on the pregnancy report.

Caught between doubt and denial, she picked up her phone, intending to call him. However, she hesitated. She remembered how flustered he had looked when he left. What if it really was an emergency?

In the end, Remi lowered her phone, then folded the pregnancy report and put it away. That night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.