Chapter 460

Dominic had texted his family physician earlier, detailing Evelyn's peculiar symptoms. The doctor's response was straightforward—she was either seriously ill or expecting.

Dominic immediately dismissed the first possibility. Evelyn was a trained physician herself. If she were terminally ill, she wouldn't have attended Sophie's wedding festivities, let alone the wild bachelorette party the previous night.

But what else could explain such dramatic weight loss in such a short time?

And then there was her sudden aversion to meat, sticking strictly to fruits and vegetables. Weren't these classic pregnancy symptoms?

The entire table fell silent when Dominic voiced his suspicion.

Michael's jaw tightened in irritation. He hadn't expected Dominic to figure it out so quickly. "Evelyn isn't pregnant," he lied through gritted teeth.

Evelyn's pulse raced. She kept her gaze lowered, yet could feel Dominic's piercing stare burning into her. She could have echoed Michael's denial, but what was the point? A simple test would reveal the truth.

How could she explain the morning sickness? Or her sudden revulsion to the pork ribs he'd placed on her plate?

Dominic wasn't one to be easily deceived. Knowing this, Evelyn grabbed her clutch and stood abruptly.

All eyes turned to her, questioning her sudden movement.

Dominic mirrored her action, striding purposefully toward her. His fingers closed around her wrist like a vice as he pulled her from the reception hall.

Sophie, mid-toast, noticed their departure and rushed over. "Where are they going? What's happening?"

Michael met Sophie's concerned gaze. "Sophie, did you know Evelyn is pregnant?"

Sophie's eyes darted away guiltily.

"Evelyn's pregnant?!" Adrian gasped dramatically. "That's insane! Does everyone know? Does Dominic know?"

Michael arched a brow. "What do you think?"

Adrian rubbed his hands together excitedly. "This is fantastic news! Why does everyone look so grim?"

No one shared his enthusiasm—least of all Dominic, judging by the stormy expression he'd worn when dragging Evelyn away. Adrian's eyes widened with sudden realization. "Wait... is the baby not Dominic's?!"

Sophie couldn't bear to hear more and dragged her fiancé away.

Dominic pulled Evelyn into the elevator, his grip unrelenting. As the doors slid shut, the air between them grew thick with tension.

Evelyn had never imagined Dominic would discover her pregnancy like this—in the middle of a wedding reception, surrounded by their friends.

She studied his reflection in the elevator's polished metal walls.

His jaw was clenched, lips pressed into a thin line. A tempest of emotions raged behind his steely gaze.

The possibility of Evelyn carrying his child wasn't entirely unexpected—they'd been intimate many times without protection. But the timing of this revelation caught him off guard.

What infuriated him most was her secrecy.

Why hadn't she told him? Unless... the child wasn't his?

The thought made Dominic's blood run cold. Without a word, he changed their destination to the nearest hospital.

In the sterile hospital corridor, the ultrasound room door swung open. Dominic emerged clutching the grainy image in one hand while his other maintained an iron grip on Evelyn's wrist.

The moment the elevator doors closed behind them, he exploded. "Evelyn Thorne," he growled, shoving the ultrasound toward her, "who's the father?" According to the scan, she was already eight weeks along.