My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 1045 - 955: Pregnant?

A wave of nausea washed over Yan Lv as he idly pondered his current research. The simple thought of it made him feel unwell. A careful consideration of his relationship with Mu Sha brought about a significant shift in his perspective.

Jin Jing ceased his questioning. Noticing Yan Lv's evident distraction, he steered the conversation to a different subject. Their discussion lasted less than half an hour before they parted ways.

Mu Sha was utterly drained. Upon returning home from the laboratory, she barely had the energy to clean herself before collapsing onto the bed, succumbing to sleep.

Following his meeting with Jin Jing, Yan Lv's mindset had changed. Marriage had never been something he desired, and his union with Mu Sha was primarily at the behest of their elders. His commitment had never been wholehearted, and compounded by the nature of Mu Sha's work, they spent more time apart than together.

"She's returned?"

With a flicker of doubt, Yan Lv slipped on his slippers and proceeded directly towards the bedroom, its door slightly ajar.

Gazing at the woman in her pajamas, nestled in the large bed, her cheeks appearing so thin, a pang of heartache touched his eyes. He observed her hands lying outside the covers and gently pulled the blanket higher over her. As he stared at her sleeping face, he found himself lost in contemplation.

"If we hadn't married merely because we'd crossed paths once, would other possibilities have existed?"

Engaging in self-talk was uncharacteristic of Yan Lv, but his current state of mind was profoundly altered. He earnestly studied the profile of her face, let out a sigh, then quietly exited, ensuring the bedroom door closed softly behind him.

Desiring not to disrupt her slumber, Yan Lv retreated to the guest bedroom for his rest.

The following day, Mu Sha awoke to a somber, overcast sky, hinting at impending rain. She cast a glance at the empty space beside her in the bed, noting the absence of any impression on the pillow. Sitting up and scanning the room, her eyes took on a more unfocused quality.

Her fingers tightened their grip on the bedsheets, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She harbored the thought that Yan Lv might not have returned home the previous night.

Since their marriage, their bond had remained in a state of delicate equilibrium, their union a product of familial directives and the pronouncements of matchmakers. They hadn't even met prior to the marriage, only getting acquainted gradually thereafter. However, she had never anticipated that so soon, she would...

Instinctively, her right hand drifted to her abdomen, which remained flat and devoid of any particular sensation. Unlike others who experienced nausea and a desire to vomit, she felt none of those symptoms. Instead, an overwhelming fatigue settled upon her, making her susceptible to falling asleep even while seated.

It was at this precise moment that the full weight of her circumstances truly registered.

The laboratory was currently engaged in the critical endeavor of finding a cure for the AIDS virus, and even with the slimmest chance of success, Mu Sha was unwilling to abandon the mission. She consistently placed herself at the vanguard of her work; regardless of the challenges, she never faltered, which only added to her growing unease.

"I cannot disclose this to him. If he were to find out, he would undoubtedly forbid me from continuing my research on the virus."

Mu Sha had already fortified herself mentally.

She now possessed two distinct plans, meticulously prepared for either potential outcome. Whatever the final result might be, a preliminary decision had been cemented in her heart, the only caveat being the absolute necessity of keeping this matter concealed from Yan Lv, ensuring his complete ignorance.

After checking the time and determining it was opportune, she rose from the bed. Her gaze fell upon the attire hanging in the wardrobe. After a moment's hesitation, she selected something with a looser fit. Her eyes then scanned the footwear nearby, and she opted for a pair of flat shoes before making her way to the bathroom.

Having awakened early, Yan Lv did not immediately rise. Instead, he remained attentive to the sounds emanating from the vicinity. The master and guest bedrooms were separated by just a single wall; while the soundproofing was effective, a focused effort allowed him to discern subtle movements. His gaze remained fixed on the door, intentionally left ajar, in anticipation of catching the sound of Mu Sha's voice.