Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 33

Without warning, Willow's petite nose smacked hard against Beasley's Adam's apple, drawing a pained grunt from him.

His hands instinctively gripped her shoulders to steady her.

At the same time, the faint trace of her unique scent drifted into his senses. He remembered that fragrance all too well—especially from that chaotic night four years ago. Even when his mind had been clouded by drugs, that soft aroma had seared itself into his memory.

Now, with their bodies pressed close together, the air between them thrummed with an undeniable tension.

Caught off guard, Beasley found himself recalling that elusive scent.

But Willow's mind went completely blank from the sudden collision. As his large hands settled on her shoulders, her body stiffened, then trembled. She couldn't make a sound—her throat seemed blocked, raw with pain and panic.

Beasley noticed her reaction almost immediately; after all, they were standing so close he only had to dip his head to brush his lips against her hair.

She was shaking.

Why?

This kind of physical reaction was too instinctive to fake.

Frowning in confusion, Beasley lowered his gaze to check on her—but before he could, Willow shoved him away with unexpected force.

Off balance, Beasley stumbled back a step and let go of her shoulders.

His sharp, icy eyes caught a glimpse of Willow's face as she turned quickly away. It was only for a split second, but he caught the flash of pain, saw the way she gulped for air.

And sure enough, as soon as she turned her back, Willow doubled over, retching dryly.

A fresh layer of frost shadowed Beasley's handsome features, washing away the flicker of concern that had just begun to surface.

How could he forget? She was still carrying another man's bastard.

Ha.

He almost let her fool him again.

"Have you gotten yourself checked?"

He stood there, unmoving, his voice as cold and sharp as steel.

Willow's stomach churned, her throat raw—she didn't have it in her to respond.

"This is a hospital. Do you need me to—"

"No!" Willow cut him off, sinking down into a crouch to fight the rising nausea.

Thank God she hadn't eaten dinner yet, or she would've lost it right there.

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