I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 371

**TITLE: The Attention 371**
**CONTENT:**
**Chapter 371: Twins?**

“When you’re at work, you keep your phone on and stay on a call with me the entire time,” Ashton declared, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

I was momentarily struck dumb. The implication was clear: there would be no sanctuary, no moments of solitude allowed.

Yet, as I observed the stubborn set of his jaw, the unmistakable ‘take it or leave it’ vibe radiating from him, I felt my resolve crumble. With a resigned clench of my teeth, I finally acquiesced to his demands.

Once we settled into the car, Ashton deftly fitted the Bluetooth earpiece into my ear, ensuring I was connected to him at all times. He drove me to the studio, his demeanor a mix of protectiveness and impatience, and insisted on escorting me upstairs. As we entered, he surveyed the studio with a critical eye, his lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. Still, I managed to remind him of the ticking clock, and he reluctantly took his leave.

The workday unfolded without a hitch, yet one particular comment from Priya lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper.

Later that evening, after a simple dinner, I sank into the comfort of the sofa, gently rubbing my stomach. I turned to Ashton, who was engrossed in his laptop, and asked, “Don’t you think my belly looks a bit odd lately?”

He froze mid-typing, his focus shifting from the screen to me with an intensity that made the air feel charged. “You’re eating well, sleeping fine, and the baby’s healthy. What’s supposed to be wrong?” His voice was laced with a sudden seriousness that caught me off guard.

I shifted closer to him, our bodies almost touching. “No, I mean, compared to other women at the same stage, mine seems much bigger. I’ve gained a little weight, sure, but it shouldn’t all be gathering on my stomach.”

The moment those words left my lips, Ashton tossed his laptop aside with a decisive thud and pulled me closer, inspecting my belly as if it were a case needing to be solved.

He scrutinized me for what felt like an eternity, his gaze so intense I half-expected it to ignite a fire. Yet, despite his concentration, he appeared utterly perplexed. Then, abruptly, he lifted his head, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity that sent my heart racing.

“W-what is it?” I stammered, a hint of panic creeping into my voice. “I was just saying. Honestly, I feel fine, no discomfort or anything.”

Before I could finish my sentence, he sprang to his feet, his expression grave. “Geoffrey, get the car. We’re going to the hospital.”

His seriousness startled me, and I hastily rose to my feet as well. I had been attending my monthly check-ups, and everything had seemed perfectly normal. Yet, Ashton’s reaction sent a wave of unease crashing over me.

Thirty minutes later, I found myself lying on the examination bed while the doctor prepared for the ultrasound. Ashton stood beside me, arms crossed tightly, his icy glare making the room feel like a winter chill had settled in. The doctor, clearly anxious, scanned back and forth, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he desperately sought to find something amiss, but to no avail.

Ashton’s expression darkened further. “What’s the problem, exactly?” he demanded, his voice taut with tension.

The doctor swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Mr. Laurent, the ultrasound shows no issues. However, to gain a clearer perspective, we can perform a 4D scan.”

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