Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 474: After speaking, the designer turned and left.

Linsey, moved by her kind gesture, found herself smiling.

A few moments later, the designer returned with a box of chocolates, setting it gently on Linsey's desk.

Linsey smiled softly, grateful. "Thank you. I'll treat you to lunch sometime."

"It's nothing! I have plenty more. Go ahead, Linsey. Try one and see how it tastes!" the designer replied with a cheerful grin.

The designer had only recently joined the Fashion Design Department at CR Corporation. From the beginning, Linsey had been the department head, guiding her team with a steady hand.

In the designer's eyes, Linsey wasn't just beautiful and kind-hearted-she was incredibly skilled. She admired her, genuinely.

"Alright."

Linsey unwrapped a piece of chocolate, her movements calm. The rich, sugary scent filled the room almost immediately.

Linsey's nose wrinkled at the smell, a sudden wave of nausea rising in her chest.

Without thinking, she took a small bite.

The sweetness hit her instantly, too much, too strong-cloying in her mouth.

A sharp wave of nausea surged up from her stomach, relentless.

Linsey grimaced, fighting the urge to swallow the chocolate.

She couldn't hold it in any longer. Quickly, she covered her mouth, her face turning pale.

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"Linsey! Are you okay?"

The designer's voice was laced with worry as she rushed to Linsey's side, gently patting her back.

"Spit it out, quickly!"

Linsey couldn't keep it down any longer. She spat the chocolate into the trash can, relief washing over her immediately.

"Linsey, drink some water!"

The designer was panicked, unable to believe that something as simple as chocolate could cause such a reaction.

Linsey hunched over, her body tense as she struggled to straighten up, the discomfort weighing heavily on her.

Pressing a hand to her chest, Linsey felt as though she might throw up stomach acid.

At that moment, she was wide awake, the fog of exhaustion completely gone.

She exhaled weakly, accepting the water from the designer and taking a small sip.

"Sorry for wasting your chocolate," Linsey said, her voice hoarse.

"The chocolate doesn't matter!"

The designer's gaze lingered on Linsey, concern etched deeply on her face.

After a brief pause, a thought seemed to hit her, and she exclaimed,

"Linsey, I know you're married… Could it be that you're pregnant?"

Linsey froze, the words hitting her like a splash of cold water.

Pregnant?

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