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