Semua Bab Carrying the child of a CEO (English): Bab 91 - Bab 100

Claire woke up from hunger and was greeted by the white ceiling. “Venice? Venice, you’re awake!” Claire turned to the voice and saw Zekiel beside her, a smile on his lips. “W-water,” she managed to say weakly, and the man immediately obliged, handing her a glass. “How are you feeling? I was so worried about you and our baby,” Claire paused mid-sip as she remembered her child—especially since her stomach had been hurting before she lost consciousness. “How’s my baby?! Is she okay?!” she asked, her voice trembling with tears. “Calm down, stress isn’t good for you. The baby’s fine, but the doctor said what happened earlier must never happen again, or she might not make it next time.” Claire breathed a sigh of relief at his words—until she remembered Zayne. “Zayne,” she murmured softly, but Zekiel heard her. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Look, there he is,” Zekiel pointed to Zayne, who was sitting on the sofa wearing his headphones. Claire couldn’t shake off her confusion—how

CLAIRE “HEY Venice, wake up,” I was startled when someone called my name. I had fallen asleep early last night because I was so exhausted. I opened my eyes and saw Zekiel, but it was still dark around us—did that mean it was still night? “S-Sir, did you just get back?” I asked, yawning right after. “No, I got back last night. It’s almost dawn now. We have somewhere to go, so I’m waking you up early.” Hearing that, I just rolled over—I didn’t want to go. “You guys go ahead, I’ll just sleep here.” “What? No way. Zayne’s coming with us.” That made me pause. If my son was going, that meant I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway. “No, it’s fine. I’ll stay here. There are plenty of guards anyway. Go ahead, be careful.” I waved at him while facing away, hugging my pillow again. “Kyah!” But I yelped when I was suddenly lifted from the bed—Zekiel was carrying me. “Zekiel, what the—?! I was still sleeping!” I snapped at him, gripping his neck tightly because I suddenly felt nervous. “So

Claire stood frozen in place, unable to move, speak, or even breathe properly after what she had just discovered. It felt like a nightmare—one she never wanted to happen in real life. “Hey! Say something, Venice—or should I say, Claire Sanchez?” Camille smirked, making Claire instinctively step back. “H-How did you know?” Claire stammered, her voice shaky as if she couldn’t catch her breath. Her hands trembled, and cold sweat trickled down her skin. “How? You think I’m stupid enough to tell you? I know you, Venice, so stop pretending!” Camille snapped, making Claire flinch. A flood of questions raced through her mind, but fear overpowered them all. What if Zekiel found out? What if Zayne knew? What would they say? Worse—what if they got angry and left her? Over the past few days, Claire had grown closer to Zekiel, especially since they often sat together at night, talking before sleep. He was the one who comforted her during her pregnancy mood swings and even went out of his

“So we thought you’d be happy once you see your child, so we’re leaving right now!” Claire’s eyes widened at what Zekiel said. “Right now?!” “Uh, yeah? I only have five days of vacation, my life—I’m sorry, but we’re running out of time,” Zekiel said, scratching the back of his neck while Claire fell into thought. If they went to Paris, they could avoid Camille, and she could find a way to delay the meeting between father and son. The thought lifted her spirits. “Okay! Let’s go!” she said cheerfully, making the father and son cheer in agreement as they packed their things. Once they were done, they immediately left, with Zekiel driving them to the airport. Claire felt nervous as they exited the hotel room—there was a chance Camille and Zekiel might cross paths—but she was immensely relieved when it didn’t happen. When they arrived at the airport, she was surprised to learn they’d be using Zekiel’s private plane. She had forgotten that the man was wealthy enough to own one

Notes: - “Kuya” – Retained as is since it’s a Filipino term for an older brother, but the context makes it clear. - “Tita-Mommy” – A mix of “Tita” (auntie) and “Mommy,” showing Zayne’s affectionate yet uncertain way of addressing Claire. “Zoey, let’s meet at the mall. I’m on my way now,” Zayne said seriously before leaving the hotel room. He had slipped away from Zekiel and Claire, who were still asleep in their room since it was only noon. The boy knew how to get around, especially since he had money. When he arrived at the mall—the one he had told the twins about—he spotted them right away near the entrance. “Kuya!” People turned to look at them because of Zoey’s loud squeal, but Zayne ignored them and smiled at the twins before opening his arms to hug her. “I miss you, Kuya! I missed you so much!” Zoey said, making Zayne tighten his embrace. He had so many regrets when it came to her—too many. “I miss you too, Zoey. Kuya missed you.” After their hug, they went i