[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant) Chapter 66: Unwelcome Guest

I wake up warm, too warm.

And there’s weight on that wasn’t there when I fell asleep. My brain takes a second to catch up, still foggy with sleep, and then it clicks.

Bael.

I’m still lying on his chest.

My head is pressed against his shirt, one arm draped across his torso, his arm around my shoulders exactly where I put it last night when I asked him to hold down so I wouldn’t move.

Oh shit.

I didn’t move once the entire night.

Which ans I’ve been using him as a pillow for...I check the ti on the nightstand...seven hours.

Seven hours.

My face burns hot enough to cook an egg on.

What the hell was I thinking last night? *If you hold down like this, I won’t move*? What kind of—

Bael shifts beneath .

I freeze completely, every muscle locking up, my breath catching in my throat.

Please be asleep please be asleep please be—

"You’re awake."

Fuck.

His voice is rough with sleep, low and gravelly in a way that does absolutely nothing good for my already chaotic morning brain.

I should move.

I should definitely move.

I don’t move.

My brain has apparently shut down completely, leaving plastered against his chest like so kind of overly attached...

"Are you going to stay there all day?"

The amusent in his voice snaps back to reality.

I scramble off him so fast I nearly fall off the bed entirely, catching myself at the last second and ending up in an undignified heap on my side of the mattress.

Smooth, very smooth.

Bael sits up, looking infuriatingly composed for soone who just woke up, and I refuse to make eye contact because I can feel him watching and I absolutely do not want to see whatever expression is on his face right now.

"I need to shower," I announce to no one in particular.

Then I bolt for the bathroom before he can say anything else. The door closes behind and I press my back against it, staring at the ceiling.

Why did I do that yesterday? Why did I ask him to hold ? Why did I...

No.

Not thinking about this.

Not dealing with this.

Shower. Get dressed. Pretend last night never happened.

Perfect plan.

***

By the ti I erge, fully dressed and having spent an excessive amount of ti making sure I look completely normal and unaffected, Bael is already gone.

The bedroom is empty.

Good.

Better.

Easier this way.

I head downstairs and find Grandmother in the sitting room with her tea, looking like she’s been awake for hours, which she probably has.

"Good morning, Runze."

"Morning, Grandmother."

She studies for a mont, that sharp assessing look she always has, and I have the uncomfortable feeling she knows exactly what happened last night.

She can’t possibly know.

There’s no way.

"You look well-rested," she observes.

My face heats up and I focus very intently on sitting down in the chair across from her.

"The bed is comfortable."

"I see."

What did she see?

Mrs. Wen appears with breakfast and I attack it with more focus than it deserves, chewing slowly, keeping my eyes on my plate.

Normal morning.

Completely normal.

Grandmother sips her tea and doesn’t say anything else about it, which sohow makes it worse.

I’m halfway through my congee when I hear footsteps.

Bael appears in the doorway, already dressed for work in one of those sharp suits that probably costs more than a car.

He’s leaving. He’s going to the office.

That’s good.

Space is good.

Distance is...

"Runze."

I look up.

His expression is perfectly neutral, controlled in that way he always is, but there’s sothing in his eyes I can’t quite read.

"Don’t co to my office today."

The words land flat and matter-of-fact.

I blink.

"I... okay?"

"Not on a whim," he continues, voice even. "If you need sothing, call Shen Rui first."

Then he’s already turning to leave, his driver falling into step behind him.

The front door closes, and I sit there, staring at my half-eaten breakfast.

Don’t co to the office.

Not on a whim.

Right.

Because last ti I showed up unannounced, I walked in on him with Xue Lian.

Last ti I interrupted their convenient little lunch eting and made a whole territorial display that probably embarrassed him in front of his... whatever Xue Lian is to him.

My chest feels tight.

This is Bael reminding where the boundaries are.

Reminding that yesterday was an exception, not a rule. That I can claim territory in public when it’s convenient for appearances, but I don’t actually get to just show up whenever I want like I have so kind of right to his ti.

Of course.

What was I expecting?

That two days of him being slightly gentler ant anything real?

That ice cream in the fridge and a blanket while I napped translated to actual care?

I’m so stupid.

This is a business arrangent.

This marriage exists because I’m carrying the heir he needs for his inheritance, the baby that keeps Uncle Ming from taking the company.

That’s it.

That’s all it’s ever been.

Bael isn’t being kind because he cares about .

He’s being strategic because he needs this baby, he needs healthy and compliant and playing the role of perfect spouse when caras are watching.

Everything else...the gentle hands, the quiet gestures, the way he held last night...

All of it is just him protecting his investnt.

I set down my chopsticks, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"Runze?"

Grandmother’s voice cuts through the spiral.

I look up and she’s watching with that sharp, knowing expression.

"Yes?"

"Eat your breakfast."

It’s not a suggestion.

I pick up my chopsticks and force myself to take another bite even though everything tastes like ash now.

How could I forget?

How could I let myself get confused by small gestures and think they ant sothing more?

The baby is the key to Bael’s entire future.

Of course he’s going to take care of .

Of course he’s going to make sure I’m comfortable and fed and rested.

It has nothing to do with .

It has everything to do with what I’m carrying.

I finish breakfast chanically, tasting nothing, and when I’m done I excuse myself and head back upstairs.

The study where I’ve been sketching feels too close to where Bael usually works when he’s ho.

I can’t be there.

Can’t sit in a space that reminds of yesterday, of him telling to bring my work to his office so he could "keep an eye on ."

Like I’m sothing that needs monitoring.

Which I guess I am.

I grab my sketchbook and head to one of the other rooms instead, settling into an uncomfortable chair by a window that faces the gardens.

My phone buzzes.

A ssage.

I almost ignore it, but sothing makes check.

Unknown number.

My stomach drops.

Unknown: *I’m looking forward to seeing you Saturday. It’s been too long.*

...Xue Lian.

I stare at the ssage.

Saturday.

The gala.

I don’t respond, I just lock my screen and set the phone face-down on the table.

But my hands are shaking slightly.

Saturday is in four days.

Four days until I have to navigate a room full of elite people while Xue Lian is there, while everyone is watching, while I have to prove I belong in this world I was never supposed to be part of.

My phone buzzes again.

I flip it over, half-expecting another ssage from Xue Lian.

Mrs. Zhou: Runze! Just a reminder that the gala is this Saturday at 7pm. I’m sending over the final guest list so you know who to expect.

Oh.

A file attachnt appears, I download it and scroll through.

Nas I recognize from the wedding, from that first spouse circle where they all looked at like I was an interesting specin under glass.

Mrs. Zhou, obviously.

Mr. Kim and Mr. Wei.

Several others I vaguely rember.

Then I see it.

Near the bottom of the list.

Li Feifei - VP of Strategic Developnt, Li Corporation

Everything stops.

I read it again.

And again.

Feifei.

My sister.

The one whose engagent I destroyed, whose fiance I stole, whose entire life I derailed.

She’s going to be at the gala.

In the sa room where everyone will be watching, where everyone knows exactly what happened between us.

I can’t breathe properly.

My chest is too tight, my lungs aren’t working right, and I have to set the phone down before I drop it.

Feifei at the gala, four days away.

This isn’t just about navigating elite social politics anymore.

This isn’t just about Xue Lian’s gas.

This is about facing my sister.

The person I betrayed worse than anyone.

The only person who had ever loved the original Runze enough to make inheriting this life feel like theft.

And I have four days to figure out how to survive it.