Jay rushed back to Chateau de Selene the next evening.

He opened the door anxiously and shouted, "Angeline!" No one answered him.

Jay went upstairs and pushed the bedroom door open, only to see Angeline sleeping soundly. From the sound of her regular breathing, he could tell that she was at ease.

Jay tossed his luggage on the floor and walked to the bedside, reaching out to touch her forehead. After confirming that her body temperature was normal, he looked at her with a gloomy expression. Sure enough, she had lied again.

Jay shuffled to the study with heavy footsteps and sat on the black leather chair, resting his head on the back of the chair before sinking in thought.

What was he supposed to do with Angeline?

After pondering for a very long time but still without a solution to the problem, he raised his wrist and checked his watch only to realize that two hours had passed.

There was no movement in the bedroom. Clearly,

Angeline was still asleep.

Jay's expression sank as a hint of worry flashed in his heart. He walked toward the bedroom briskly.

"Get up, Angeline!" Sleeping for such a long period of time during the day was not a good habit to have.

Shaken awake by Jay, Angeline opened her drowsy eyes. When she saw Jay, she quickly threw herself into his arms and started crying.

"You're finally home!" she cried out.

Jay asked grumpily, "Grayson said you went to the hospital?"

Angeline nodded. "Yeah."

"What did the doctor say?" Jay wanted to see how she was going to deceive him again this time.

Angeline raised her beautiful eyes that were glistening with tears. She said very seriously, "The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with me." Jay was stunned.

Angeline was not lying.

She had not gone to the hospital earlier just so he would come back.

"Do you feel unwell somewhere, Angeline?" Jay started to grow anxious.

"I feel a little dizzy and a little drowsy..." Angeline muttered.

Jay looked at Angeline's drowsy eyes and went into full panic mode.

"What's going on?" He sank into self-blame for losing his temper on Angeline despite knowing that she was not in good health. She was not having an anxiety attack, was she? Angeline said drowsily, "I don't know. I didn't have these strange symptoms before."

When she saw how worried Jay was, Angeline comforted him instead. "Don't worry, the doctor said that I'm okay."

Jay was still anxious. "Do you feel a general weakness?"

Angeline shook her head.

"Are there any other symptoms?"

Angeline thought for a moment. She had not eaten anything the entire day yet did not feel hungry at all.

Angeline said, "I don't have an appetite."

"What did you eat this morning?" Jay asked.

Angeline replied, "Half a glass of milk."

Jay frowned. "What about lunch?"

Angeline smiled at him... "I think I forgot to have lunch."

Jay roared, "Are you on your way to becoming a saint?

How could you forget to eat?"

When he was done yelling at Angeline, he sighed in annoyance but his tone was gentle when he spoke," Okay, okay, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I want to eat the pickled herring you made the day before yesterday."

Jay stood up and teased her, "That was for pregnant women."

After saying those words, he walked toward the kitchen compliantly.

Little did he know, his words had left her thunderstruck.

She remembered that during the time she was pregnant with Jenson and the rest, there seemed to be a few days when she was this drowsy and lethargic too. Was she really pregnant?

Angeline quickly got up from the bed, put on her clothes, and ran outside.

Jay shouted from the kitchen, "Where are you going, Angeline?"

"I'm going to Flying Moon Cottage, Jaybie. I'll be back soon."

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