Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 891 - 890: Buying a Pregnancy Test (Part 1)

So, this floor is relatively quiet.

Outside the door, two n heard just one sentence: "I really want to eat so atrou!!"

Alexander Kingsley and Lucas Knight were originally planning to go inside, but who knew, just as they reached the door, they heard that sentence.

Separated by a sliver of a doorway, the two n exchanged glances for two seconds, inexplicably feeling a warm sensation sowhere in their bodies.

"Admiral, is there no at at the High General Mansion?!"

Alexander Kingsley: "...There is. There’s plenty of at, it’s just..." Not sure which kind you’re referring to, Crown Prince?

Pause for two seconds, Alexander Kingsley cast his deep-set eyes toward Lucas Knight, teasingly: "Crown Prince, is there no at at the Presidential Mansion either?!"

Lucas Knight: "There is." He paused, his eyes filled with a dangerous aura, voice cool, "It’s just... my lady can’t eat at yet."

Alexander Kingsley: "Really?"

Lucas Knight: "Yes."

...

Not far away, Lieutenant Lee and Harry North: "..."

Is this the world of big shots?

The Crown Prince and Admiral, two big n, actually standing outside the door eavesdropping on won talking.

And discussing whether there’s atrou or not?!

Harry North: "Lieutenant Lee, is there really no at at the High General Mansion?" Could it be that I’ve fallen behind the trend, and can’t understand what the Crown Prince and Admiral are talking about, like it’s a ’Heavenly book’?

"There is." Lieutenant Lee said in one breath, "Tonight at dinner, Miss Carla Carr ate a whole plate of braised Dongpo pork herself, and Admiral kept serving her at, there’s plenty of at at the High General Mansion."

Harry North: "Oh..."

*

Eva Nightingale ate several pieces of osmanthus cake, then a small floral pastry, drank a glass of milk, and finally fell asleep.

Although her fetal condition was stable, her body was very weak, and combined with pregnancy lethargy, she always felt she couldn’t get enough sleep.

"Good night." Carla Carr tucked her in, then got up and quietly left the room.

She went to the nurse’s station to find a nurse.

Because she was there to see Eva Nightingale, all the nurses knew she was a VIP, and were sure to cater well to her.

"Miss Carr, is there anything you need?"

Carla Carr smiled and said: "Nothing much, just curious, casually asking, what are the symptoms of pregnancy?"

The nurse didn’t think much of it, after all, everyone’s a woman, it’s normal not to know if it’s the first ti being a mom, and girls who haven’t been mothers would be curious too: "Basic symptoms in early pregnancy, anorrhea, varying degrees of nausea and vomiting depending on the person."

Carla Carr: "Then how long after a delayed nstruation can you test?"

Nurse: "Normally, a delay of three to five days can be tested using pregnancy test paper or a pregnancy test stick, if there’s a pregnancy, it can generally be detected."

"Oh, thank you, I was just asking casually."

Nurse: "You’re welco."

"..." Carla Carr couldn’t quite rember how many days had passed since her last nstruation, because her period was very irregular, so normally she was too lazy to keep track, letting it be natural, co if it does, if it doesn’t, then whatever, and it could an a comfortable beauty sleep.

"Alexander Kingsley..."

"You’re truly a big bad guy..."

She muttered to herself, biting her lip, walking into the ward, planning to find a way to sneak out alone tomorrow to buy a pregnancy test stick.

Hopefully, the result is negative!

Because even if it were positive, she wouldn’t let anyone know and would go through with it quietly.

Initially wanting to calm herself but found her heart very worried, anxious, and chaotically racing.

At the thought of the dangers of abortion, her heart hung up, after all, lying on that cold operating table, having a miscarriage surgery... how terrifying.