All Chapters of CEO BARREN EX WIFE GAVE BIRTH TO QUADRUPLET: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sylvia felt a twinge of guilt for leaving her friend hanging. The waiter greeted them with a smile. “Hello, beautiful miss, what would you like to order?” Sylvia glanced at Lily, who quickly placed her order. After Lily had finished, Sylvia relayed her choice, the waiter nodding as he took their requests before walking away. “Okay, I’m all ears,” Lily said, leaning in, her curiosity piqued. “Well…” Sylvia took a deep breath, diving into the story of how everything had unfolded. She explained the whirlwind of events that had started on the wedding day, how she had unexpectedly met Stephan, and how their lives had intertwined since then. “Wow, that jerk!” Lily exclaimed, her fists clenching tightly. “He’s got the balls to treat you like this!” she added, anger etched across her face. Sylvia shrugged, attempting to downplay the past. “It is in the past now,” she said with a soft smile, trying to remain positive. “Spill it—did you guys finally do it?” Lily’s eyes sparkled with

Fred noticed the stunned expressions on the faces of the employees. He felt a mix of pride and awkwardness. This shift in Stephan’s demeanor was due to Sylvia, the Young Madam, whose influence had started to soften the usually stern atmosphere of the office. Fred smiled awkwardly, knowing that he deserved none of the thanks they were silently offering. “Dismissed!” Stephan ordered, his voice cutting through the murmurs. He stood up and strode out of the conference room with an air of authority. The employees immediately rose from their seats, bowing until the sound of their boss’s footsteps faded into the distance. Once they were certain he was gone, they released the breaths they had been holding, exhaling in unison like a pack of anxious schoolchildren finally released from detention. “Mr. Fred, did something good happen?” one of the employees ventured, stepping forward, curiosity evident in their eyes. The rest of the employees crowded around Fred, eager for any tidbits of in

The doctor handed him the prescription. “Buy these medications for her and ensure she takes them regularly. This will help manage her symptoms and reduce the severity of her cramps. As for now, she’s still unconscious; you can call a nurse to change her clothes if needed.” Stephan took the prescription, grateful for the information, and made his way to the pharmacy. He hurriedly filled the prescription, his mind racing with thoughts of Sylvia and her well-being. He also picked up tampons, fresh clothes, and new underwear since her previous ones were stained. He knew how embarrassed she would feel if she woke up to find herself in such a state. After gathering everything, he walked back into the ward where Sylvia lay. She was still unconscious, her face pale against the stark white of the hospital sheets. He felt a swell of protectiveness and love as he approached her bedside. Gently, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her carefully as he made his way to the bathroom. Although

She must be planning something. Sylvia looked at her body, noticing that the clothes she was wearing were different from those she had on earlier. Panic began to rise in her chest as she scanned the unfamiliar fabric. “Where are my clothes?” she raised her head and asked him, shock evident in her voice. Stephan replied casually, “I have washed them.” Sylvia was stunned. “Yo-u wash…them?” she stammered, disbelief weaving through her words. He nodded, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. But for Sylvia, it was anything but ordinary. No one had ever washed her clothes before, especially not those stained from her monthly visitor. The thought alone sent a wave of embarrassment through her; how could he wash them without feeling repulsed? She always felt a profound sense of discomfort when dealing with her menstrual mess. It was easier to throw stained clothes away than to confront the shame and disgust associated with them. Memories flooded her mind, taking her back to

They finished eating the hotpot, and as Sylvia stepped out of the restaurant, she felt pleasantly bloated. The warmth of the meal still lingered in her stomach, a comforting reminder of their enjoyable evening. “Are you full?” Stephan asked, glancing at her as he drove out of the restaurant’s parking lot. Sylvia pouted slightly at the question but nodded. “Definitely full. That was amazing!” The drive home took about an hour and thirty minutes. The comfortable silence between them was punctuated by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional laughter as they reminisced about their favorite moments from the night. Sylvia could hardly contain her contentment; the combination of good food and Stephan’s company made for a perfect evening. When they finally arrived home, Sylvia walked into her room, feeling sticky and ready for a refreshing shower. She needed to wash off the remnants of the night and slip into something comfortable. She stepped into the bathroom, enjoying the s