The irresistible heat came over me once again. The scorching breath felt as if it would melt me. For some reason, a wave of nausea surged up.
I abruptly pushed the man away and ran to the restroom to vomit.
Even though I had been pregnant, I hadn’t felt anything like this before.
After a while, I emerged from the restroom. Harris sat quietly on the chair, looking displeased.
“You haven't recovered after a few days of rest? Or…” I noticed the additional hint of doubt in his eyes.
I quickly interrupted, "It’s not that."
His expression darkened slightly. "I don’t like people around me hiding things."
I looked up and said, "I’m not pregnant. I won’t cause trouble for you, Mr. Johnson."
There was no sense of relief as I had imagined. His expression grew even more somber. "That’s for the best."
I proceeded with my usual tasks, arranging work schedules and handling other duties.
While resting and pouring coffee in the break room, I couldn’t help but touch my stomach. I hadn’t expected to have a child with Harris, especially since I had taken medication.
Until I exhausted myself and had a miscarriage, perhaps this child was never meant to be.