"What did you say!" Evan York’s eyes narrowed. Rosalind Rowan froze. This woman is pregnant? Just then, Isla Xavier ran over from afar, holding up her dress. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⸺fire.net "What’s wrong with my sister-in-law?" Julian Xavier looked at Evan York and said anxiously, "What are you standing there for? Get her to the hospital! Any later and we might lose the baby!" Without a second thought, Evan York picked up the woman and ran outside. Isla Xavier was confused. What child? She grabbed Julian Xavier’s arm. "Brother, what’s wrong with my sister-in-law?" Julian Xavier frowned. "What sister-in-law?" "Answer me! What’s wrong with her?" Isla Xavier demanded. "She’s pregnant," Julian said. "For over a month." Hearing this, Rosalind Rowan staggered back, nearly fainting. Isla Xavier processed this for a moment, then turned and ran toward Caleb Xavier. On the sofa, Caleb Xavier was leisurely drinking tea, discussing the specific date for the engagement banquet with Ian Xavier. "Grandpa! Dad!" Isla Xavier rushed over. Ian Xavier glared at her. "What are you so frantic about?" "My sister-in-law is pregnant!" Isla panted heavily. For a moment, Ian Xavier thought he’d misheard. "You... what did you say?" Isla’s chest heaved as she repeated, "My sister-in-law, Chloe Preston, is pregnant! For over a month!" "It’s my big brother’s! My big brother is going to be a dad!" The teacup slipped from Caleb Xavier’s hand, shattering on the ground. Just then, Donovan Xavier walked in from outside. Isla spotted him immediately and rushed over. Dressed in a sharp black suit, Donovan Xavier carried himself with a cool, reserved elegance. "Yes? What is it?" he asked in a deep voice. Isla looked him straight in the eye. "Brother, our sister-in-law is having a baby." Donovan Xavier frowned. "Our sister-in-law is pregnant," Isla clarified. "It’s yours." Donovan Xavier visibly flinched. In the hospital, Chloe Preston’s eyelids fluttered as she woke up. She looked up and met a pair of deep eyes. "You’re back?" Her voice was unsteady and hoarse, with a hint of a sob. "Yes, I’m back," Donovan Xavier replied, gazing at her intently. Chloe Preston sat up and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the fabric of his expensive suit. Suddenly, she remembered the injuries on his back and quickly tried to pull away. But Donovan held her fast, burying his face in the crook of her neck and refusing to let her go. He held her so tightly it felt as though he wanted to merge her into his very being. Chloe Preston struggled slightly. "Donovan, let go..." Donovan obediently loosened his grip. Chloe looked at him and saw that his eyes were red and glistening with tears. "You... what’s wrong?" She had never seen him . Donovan raised his hand, the rough warmth of his thumb caressing her cheek. His voice was hoarse. "You fool. Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?" Chloe Preston’s mouth fell open, stunned. Chloe instinctively touched her lower abdomen. Pressing her lips together, she asked, "You know?" His eyes bloodshot, Donovan leaned in until his forehead rested against hers. "Or what? How long were you planning to hide this from me?" "Chloe Preston, you’ve really got some nerve. As the baby’s father, don’t I have the right to know?" Chloe’s eyes welled with tears. "I didn’t mean to hide it," she choked out. "I just... I didn’t know how to tell you." "I was afraid you wouldn’t like our baby, afraid you wouldn’t want him." Donovan’s throat felt dry. "I couldn’t be happier. How could I possibly not want our baby?" "It was my oversight. I should have realized sooner." He said this as he kissed her tear-stained cheeks. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere? The doctor said you have low blood sugar and are extremely weak." Her voice still choked with emotion, Chloe shook her head. "No." She reached out, guiding his large hand to her lower abdomen. "Donovan, feel our baby." Donovan chuckled softly. "What is there to feel now? When she’s born, I’ll hold her every day." He pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head. "Chloe, give me a daughter. One just like you, alright?" Chloe looked up at him. "And if it’s a son, you wouldn’t like him?" "I’ll love him," Donovan said. "I’ll love any child you give me." "By the way, Isla told me Grandpa summoned you to the Xavier Family? Did they bully you?" Chloe lowered her eyes. "No." Donovan lifted her face. "Tell me the truth." "Your grandpa said you and Miss Rowan are to be engaged next month," Chloe said. "Nonsense!" Donovan retorted. "Grandpa isn’t thinking straight. Don’t take him seriously. I won’t marry her. Just trust me." After a long hesitation, Chloe added, "Your grandpa also said that if I continue to cling to you, they’ll disown you." "Donovan, I don’t want to put you in a difficult position." Donovan’s dark eyes narrowed. "So? What do you plan to do? Leave me?" Chloe Preston fell silent. Donovan was not pleased. He pinched her cheek, feigning anger. "Chloe Preston, you’re carrying my baby and you still dare to think about leaving me?" "Get that thought out of your head right now. For the rest of your life, you are to stay here at The Xavier Residence, be my woman, and be the mother of my child!" "But the Xavier family..." Chloe started. "I’ll handle everything," Donovan cut in. "Your only job right now is to stay by my side and take good care of yourself." "I know childbirth is painful. We’ll only do this once. Never again." 「Half an hour later.」 Donovan drove Chloe back to The Xavier Residence. He opened the car door and carried her out. Housekeeper Wallace immediately came forward, smiling. "Sir, Miss, you’re back!" Donovan glanced at her. "Inform the kitchen that from now on, all of Miss Quinn’s meals must meet the highest standards for a pregnant woman. There can be no mistakes." Housekeeper Wallace was puzzled. "A pregnant woman?" Donovan’s mood was clearly cheerful. "She’s pregnant." With that, he carried her inside. In the cold wind, Housekeeper Wallace stood stunned for a long moment. When the news finally sank in, she broke into a smile so wide she couldn’t contain her delight. Upstairs, in the bedroom, Donovan gently placed her on the bed, then propped a pillow behind her waist to make her more comfortable. "Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?" Chloe Preston shook her head. "Are you hungry? Want something to eat?" Chloe Preston shook her head again. Donovan paused for a few seconds, his eyes scanning the bed. "Is this bed not soft enough? Are you sleeping comfortably? I can have it replaced." "There’s no need," Chloe said. Then, she sighed. "Hah. I really have this baby to thank. You’re usually never this concerned about me." Donovan grinned. "Are you jealous of our baby?" Chloe huffed lightly. "Are you going to dote on the baby in the future and forget all about me?"