Page 159 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

His eyes lift to mine, dark and unreadable.

Silence.

Cole’s expression doesn’t change. His stance doesn’t shift. But I can feel the weight of this moment settling between us, pressing down on my chest.

I don’t know what he’s thinking.

And that terrifies me.

I exhale, forcing myself to hold my chin high, to keep my voice steady. “Say something. Please.”

Cole’s eyes stay locked on mine, intense, unwavering. He’s quiet for a long moment, then he finally speaks.

“I need to sitdown.”

And then, just like that, the man who never loses his composure—who always has a plan, always knows what to do—sinks down onto the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together as he stares at the floor.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what we do.

So I just stand there, my shaking hands, waiting.

After a long, silent moment, I take a breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure.”

“So what?” he asks, his voice careful and controlled. “You were just gonna sit on this by yourself?”

My jaw clenches. “Yes.”

His brows shoot up, and now there’s no mistaking the flash of frustration in his eyes. “Are you serious?”

I let out a humorless laugh. “What the hell was I supposed to do, Cole? Announce it at dinner?”

His expression hardens. “You should’ve told me.”

“Oh, yeah? Like you’re super open about your feelings?” I snap before I can stop myself.

His jaw tightens, and I can tell I hit anerve. “This isn’t about me.”

“No, it’s about me,” I shoot back. “My body. My life.” I swallow hard, shaking my head. “This changes everything for me. For me, Cole.”

His entire body tenses at that, his hands flexing on his thighs.

“You think it wouldn’t change anything for me?” His voice is quieter now, but no less intense.

I let out a breath, closing my eyes for half a second before looking at him again. “I don’t know,” I admit, my voice softer now. “And that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

His brows pull together, and for the first time since I pulled out the damn test, his expression shifts from frustration to something else. Something I can’t quite name.

Cole exhales, dragging his hand through his hair. He’s always so controlled, so sure of himself, but right now, he looks like he’s barely holding on to his grip on reality.

I don’t know what to say. What can I say?

My fingers curl into fists at my sides. “Say something, Cole.”

He lets out a quiet, bitter laugh and shakes his head. “What do you want me to say, Annie?” His green eyes flick up to mine, sharp and searching. “That I expected this? That I have some perfect plan for how to handle it?” He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Because I don’t.”

I cross my arms, trying to steady my breathing. “Yeah, well, welcome to my world.”

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