I splashed water on my face, rinsed my mouth, and looked up to see Jaxton's face in the mirror.
His face was incredibly handsome.
I choked on my saliva, coughing violently.
Jaxton furrowed his brow, watching me cough for almost a minute without moving.
I composed myself, wiped my hands with a tissue, and swiftly walked past him.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his embrace with force.
The familiar scent of fresh aftershave mixed with tobacco filled my senses.
I took a step back in a hurry, saying, "Mr. Munoz, I have a meeting to attend."
Jaxton squinted at me, his gaze lingering on my stomach.
Every nerve in my body tensed up, and my toes curled.
"Uncomfortable?"
I squeezed my palms, forcing a smile. "Had a bit too much to drink with colleagues yesterday."
His gaze was unwavering. I could feel sweat forming on my forehead.
After a while, he asked again, "Have you seen a doctor?"
"I'll see one after the meeting."
Then, Jaxton glanced at me before finally walking away.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and took a deep breath in relief.
I thought to myself, "Even though we're divorced and have no ties, hiding a pregnancy for long is just not sustainable.
Jaxton is not just sharp but eagle-eyed.