Page 57 of Sexted By a Stranger
Isabella nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Take care of yourself, dear. Your health is the foundation of all creativity."
"I will. Thank you."
We hugged goodbye, and then I hurried away. I had something far more urgent to confirm.
"Mr. Wolfe," I approached Ragnar quickly, deliberately looking embarrassed. "I need to stop by a pharmacy. I'm… not feeling well, and I need to buy some… um, feminine products…" I trailed off vaguely, pressing my hand to my lower abdomen.
Ragnar glanced at my pale face and nodded without question. "Of course." He signaled his partner to wait while he followed me toward the corner pharmacy.
It was just one short block, but it felt endless.
At the pharmacy entrance, I turned to face him. "Mr. Wolfe, could you wait outside for me, please?"
Ragnar nodded and positioned himself by the door. I quickly slipped inside.
"May I help you?" the pharmacist asked with a smile.
"Painkillers and tampons, please." My voice was tight as my gaze drifted to the nearby shelf—displaying various brands of pregnancy tests.
The pharmacist turned to retrieve the medication. I glanced toward Ragnar, saw his attention wasn't on me, and quickly grabbed a box, then picked up a package of tampons to hide it.
"Your medication." The pharmacist handed me the pills.
"Thank you." I accepted the box.
While paying, I angled my body to block Ragnar's view.
Walking out of the pharmacy, I clutched the bag containing pain medication and pads, while that small box in the depths of my purse felt like a red-hot brand, burning my heart into chaos.
"Let's go back," I unconsciously quickened my pace. "I'm feeling tired."
"Of course." Ragnar didn't object, escorting me toward the car.
During the ride home, I leaned back and closed my eyes, pretending to rest. My purse sat on my lap, and every bump in the road made my heart leap. Nervousness, anticipation, fear… countless emotions churned as cold sweat dampened my palms.
When we entered Vesperwood Manor, the setting sun painted the sky in brilliant gold and crimson. The moment the car stopped, I pushed open the door, hurriedly telling Ragnar "I'm going to rest in my room" before quickly walking inside.
The bathroom door closed and locked behind me, temporarily shutting out that increasingly unsettling world.
My purse landed on the vanity counter. I pulled out that rectangular box, gripping it tightly. It was so light, yet heavy as a mountain.
I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face. The icy shock helped me regain some composure. I tore open the packaging and followed the instructions. The brief waiting period felt like an eternity.
I placed the pregnancy test flat on the pristine white counter, not daring to look. Turning away, I braced myself against the marble edge, seeing a pale face reflected in the mirror.
What would the result be?
Finally, I gathered my courage.
Two vivid red lines blazed before my eyes.
Whoosh—
Pregnant. I was really pregnant. Carrying Luca Bellomo's child.
Overwhelming joy swept through me, happiness so intense it was dizzying, flooding every fiber of my being.
A new life—the product of our merged bloodlines—was growing inside me.
