Chapter 68 I'll Be Your Wife
In that instant, I was yanked back to reality.
Every illusion I had crumbled—shattered by this tiny pill.
I kept my eyes down, fiercely suppressing the bitterness in my chest, forcing myself to appear calm as I picked up the pill and the glass of water.
I wanted to gulp it down quickly, but my hand trembled uncontrollably.
Helpless, I placed the pill in my mouth, then gripped the glass with both hands and drank.
I felt a flicker of relief—he hadn't turned on the lights the whole time.
He couldn't see my trembling hands or the turmoil in my eyes.
After swallowing the pill, I steadied my breath before speaking in a deliberately cold, detached tone: "I've taken it, President Hawthorne. You can rest assured—I won't get pregnant. May I ask you to leave now?"
But Dominic didn't leave.
He stood right beside me.
I thought he doubted I'd actually taken the pill.
To prove I had, I tilted my head back and drained the entire glass, then held it out to him, lifting my gaze. "President Hawthorne, I

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