Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 106: He Took Care Of Me

Mia’s POV

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t looking up at the ceiling of my house like I always do. I was in a room that was sterile and white, and there was a pungent odor of chemicals that pierced my nostrils. As soon as I looked around, I realized that I was in a medical facility. Chris took a seat on a chair and tucked his hands into his hair while resting his elbows on his knees.

"Chris?"

When he looked up, there were lines of anxiety visible on his face; nonetheless, he gave the impression of being relieved, and his eyes smiled at me. I was pleased to see him despite the fact that I was aware that our recent interactions had not been pleasant and that we had been stuck together. The fact that he appeared to be happy to see me was another source of relief for me. But despite the fact that I should have known better, I still had that feeling.

What happened, exactly? I was suddenly worried that I was at the hospital because there was something wrong with the baby, so I put my hands on my stomach. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Chris expressed his thoughts in a soothing and collected manner, "The baby is in good health. The baby, who is a boy, has been scanned, examined, and subjected to a variety of other treatments, and he is found to be in excellent health."

As a sigh of contentment escaped me, I sunk further and further into the cushion. In the event that the child was injured in any way...

I inquired again and again, "What took place?"

"You blacked out during the filming in the fall,"

I raised my hand to the crown of my head. Because Lea had been so angry, I was unsure as to whether or not I still had a job.

"Don’t worry about it; I’ve found someone else to take your place."

"You did?"

He nodded. "Being in command brings its own rewards. The physician believes that you are working too much. You have earned some downtime at this point, so take it. No more late nights or early mornings for you."

I shook my head in response. "I am unable to move any slower. Because I need the money."

"When will it dawn on you that I’ll be here to help you? You are able to rely on me. I am able to take care of you and this situation, and I have plenty of money to do so."

The fact of the matter is that the idea that one does not need to worry about anything right now is really appealing. I had the need to battle him once more and turn down his offer. My anxiety levels have been out the roof ever since I found out I was pregnant. The idea that I would, at long last, be able to relax sounded like a dream come true to me.

A medical professional dressed in white went through my documents first before looking at me in person.

"However, happily, everything is proceeding smoothly so far. The only thing you need to do is move steadily forward. I advise resting in bed. On a daily basis for a minimum of six hours."

I stood up. "I can’t!"

He shook his head in response. "You are going to have to do that if you want to have this baby while maintaining your health. At this point in time, the demands of your profession are exceedingly high, which is not good for either you or the child."

The door was opened by my father, who then came in. "I see that you are awake, sweetie. It caused me a lot of concern."

The attention of the physician was drawn to Dad. "She is performing very well. If her father hadn’t rushed to her aid so quickly, her condition could have been far direr."

My attention was drawn to Chris. He looked at me for a moment. The level of anxiety rose. Dad chuckled.

I’ll say it again: that’s not the father. He clapped Chris on the shoulder as he passed. If it turned out that he was the father of the child, you can bet that I’d be buying a shotgun. He let out a chuckle. Even though it was forced, Chris managed to muster out a laugh. I let out a nervous laugh instead. The doctor did not seem amused at all. Later, he walked away.

My dad turned to me and asked me, "How are you feeling?"

"I am fine. Simply put, I’m exhausted."

She has had a bit of a breakdown as a result of overworking herself due to the pregnancy and other circumstances.

Tommy sat down on the side of the bed. Despite the fact that the bed was cramped and I had a feeling of being hemmed in, I did not ask him to change positions.

"I presume you are aware at this point. Soon, I will be able to call myself a grandfather. You should know that I didn’t want to say anything while I was at work. It’s possible that some of these things sound awkward."

The nod was given by Chris. "I can picture."

It seemed as though everything he said might be interpreted in a number of different ways after he gave me one more look. I was sick with the flu. I felt like puking. It was difficult for me to determine whether I was experiencing anxiety or sickness.

How about spending several hundred thousand dollars on an MBA from one of the most prestigious schools in the country just so you can have children? As he poked me, I tried to maintain a smile while also giving off the impression that I was amused. Not at all, that’s for sure. "Children in today’s society. Despite this, accidents can and will happen."

I was aware of my father’s support, but I had the feeling that it was only because he did not know who his biological father was. This was the image that I got. While seated, Chris radiated an air of unease. My father exited the room as soon as his phone began to ring so that he could answer it. Before shifting his attention back to the door he had just entered, Chris cast a cursory glance in my direction.

"If he finds out, he’s going to kill me."

After finishing my mouthful, I gave a nod. Chris’s assessment was spot on. If my grandfather found out that he was the father of the child, I fear that he would put an end to the man’s life. I demand that you disown me and either kill him or engage in some other act of extreme gravity. I took a long, deep breath in and let it out with a trembling sigh.

"I am completely at a loss for words,"

"How about we just take things one day at a time, all right?"

Chris gave my leg a massage by placing his hand on it and moving it in circular motions. He had not touched me since that evening when we were out on the terrace. The contact was comforting and well appreciated, and it felt like it had been a very long time coming. On the other hand, I couldn’t rely on it. It was necessary for me to bring to memory who I was and what was real. The fact that Chris would give up his profession for something like this blew my mind. I needed to keep in mind that I would be responsible for the upbringing of this child on my own, that Chris would most likely be brought into the picture as a friend of the family, and that from this point forward, my contentment would always come in last place.