Chapter 94
Chapter 94:
They merged onto the highway. The motion of the car — usually smooth — felt like a rollercoaster to Jocelyn’s inner ear.
“Gaston,” she gagged. “Stop p>
“What p>
“Stop the car. I’m going to be sick p>
N𝗲𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝘦𝗸l𝘺 𝖼𝗵𝘢р𝘵er𝗌 𝘰𝗻
Gaston didn’t ask questions. He swerved the sports car onto the narrow shoulder of the highway and braked hard.
Jocelyn scrambled out. She barely made it to the grass before her stomach revolted.
It was miserable. Humiliating.
Gaston was there instantly. He didn’t recoil. He gathered her hair back with one hand and rubbed slow circles on her back with the other.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. “Let it out. Breathe p>
A jackknifed truck a half-mile ahead had slowed rush-hour traffic to an agonizing crawl. A black SUV idled in the adjacent lane, its windows tinted but not completely opaque.
Inside, Kieran Douglas frowned. He recognized the silver Aston Martin. He recognized the license plate.
He peered through the glass, his view unobstructed by the slow-moving traffic. He saw a man in a suit holding a woman on the side of the road. He saw the woman’s coat — the beige trench coat Jocelyn had been wearing earlier.
Kieran’s eyes widened. He had a clear, prolonged view as Gaston handed her a water bottle, then produced a fresh handkerchief and wiped her mouth gently. As he steadied her, Gaston’s hand rested on the small of her back — a gesture so naturally possessive it made Kieran’s blood run cold. His mind flashed instantly to a Page Six article from last week, speculating that the newlyweds were “in a hurry to produce an heir p>
It was an act of extreme intimacy. Not sexual. Domestic. Caretaking. The kind of thing you did for someone you loved deeply — not a contract wife.
And she was vomiting.
Kieran gripped his steering wheel. A cold, poisonous thought took root in his brain.
Is she pregnant?
Is that why she’s sick? Is that why she blocked me? Is that why they’re “happy p>
Jealousy, hot and acidic, flared in his gut.
“He’s touching her,” Kieran whispered. “He touched her p>
Cars honked behind him as traffic began to move. Kieran slammed his foot on the gas and sped away, his mind racing. If she’s pregnant… that child is the heir to the Collins fortune. She’s lost to me forever.
Back on the roadside, Jocelyn was shivering violently.
“I’m so sorry,” she cried, tears leaking from her eyes. “This is gross. I’m disgusting p>
“You’re sick,” Gaston said simply. “It happens. Come here p>
He lifted her into his arms effortlessly, carried her back to the car, and placed her gently in the seat. He reached into the back, grabbed a cashmere blanket, and tucked it around her.
“I’ll drive smooth,” he promised. “Close your eyes p>
Jocelyn leaned her head back. She felt safe. Even covered in cold sweat, smelling of vomit, he didn’t look at her with disgust. He looked at her with concern.
“You’re too good at this husband thing,” she mumbled, her eyes drooping. “You really commit to the bit p>
Gaston looked at her sleeping face. The pain in his chest was unbearable.