Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 544

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

James stepped out, wrapping Emmy up carefully in a towel and carrying her out in his arms. He set her down on the plush stool by the vanity, picked up the hair dryer, and started running his long, gentle fingers through her hair as the warm air blew softly. His touch was patient and attentive, making sure every strand was dry and smooth.

Meanwhile, he barely bothered with his own hair—just a quick, careless rub with a towel before turning all his focus back to her.

As soon as her hair was dry, James switched off the dryer, almost too eager, and lifted her into his arms again. He placed her gently on the big bed. The mattress dipped under their weight, pulling them closer.

He hovered over her, not rushing, not demanding—just kissing her slowly. His lips brushed her brow, her nose, the corner of her mouth, lingering in every spot. Each kiss was soft, unhurried, as if savoring the quiet between them.

Emmy could feel the strength in his arms, the tension he kept in check. Yet all he showed her was unwavering tenderness.

For a moment, it felt like every worry and bit of distance between them melted away in his embrace. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and all her fractured feelings faded, replaced by something deeper and more instinctive.

James never forgot she was four months pregnant. Every movement was careful and controlled, like a slow dance under the moon, gentle but full of love.

Afterwards, even with all his gentleness, Emmy was exhausted. She barely opened her eyes as he scooped her up again and took her back to the bathroom to clean her up, treating her like she was the most precious thing in his world.

When she slipped back into bed, she was asleep before her head even touched the pillow.

James lay beside her, watching her sleep in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He pressed a careful kiss to her cheek, then moved lower, gently kissing her slightly rounded belly.

Under his lips, two little lives were quietly growing.

His gaze softened, but there was a hint of pain there too, a complicated swirl of tenderness and longing.

The room was still and quiet.

Suddenly, Emmy’s phone rang on the nightstand. It was Abriella’s special ringtone.

James reached for it quickly, not wanting Emmy to wake up, and answered.

On the other end, Abriella’s voice sounded stuffy and weak. “Emmy, I think I have a fever. Do you have any Tylenol at home?”

James frowned, his voice low and steady. “I’ll have Will take you to the hospital.”

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