Chapter 503:
Snapping out of her thoughts, Linsey quickly shook her head. “No, no, the food is delicious. I just got distracted for a moment.”
It wasn’t the meal—she simply missed Collin.
After dinner, she went to freshen up. As she opened the bathroom cabinet, her eyes landed on the neatly arranged sanitary pads. Her chest tightened.
Even when he was away, his presence was everywhere. Linsey let out a small sniffle, surprised by how much she already missed him.
She debated calling him but figured he was probably still busy.
With a quiet sigh, she climbed into bed, willing herself to sleep.
She realized she was becoming more and more dependent on Collin.
But just as she started to drift off, a sudden realization jolted her awake.
Her period. It really was late!
Linsey sat up in a rush, unlocking her phone and pulling up her calendar.
Her fingers quickly scrolled through the dates. A month and two weeks had passed since her last cycle.
Her heart pounded.
Could she actually be pregnant?
Linsey lay awake, unable to sleep.
Her excitement was palpable as she sat up and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.
Could she possibly share the news with Collin immediately?
She hesitated, biting her lip, then decided against it.
Collin was away on business, engrossed in his work, and it was impractical for him to come back on such short notice.
Moreover, her suspicion of being pregnant was just that—a suspicion, unconfirmed.
She remembered a previous false alarm that had ended in collective disappointment.
Linsey resolved to visit the hospital for confirmation before saying anything this time.
If her suspicions were confirmed, she would surprise Collin on his return.
With her plan in place, excitement bubbled within her, and she took a calming breath.
Subconsciously, she touched her stomach and whispered a hopeful, “Let this be true.”
A smile of hope spread across her face.
She quickly checked her calendar on the phone.
Saturday was just two days away, an ideal time for her hospital appointment.
Content with her plan, Linsey set her phone aside and settled back into bed.
She closed her eyes, her mind buzzing with anticipation.
Gradually, sleep took her, and she spent the night without dreams.
Come morning, Linsey woke up rejuvenated.
She got to work punctually, already looking forward to Saturday and the potential confirmation of her pregnancy.
Linsey was deeply focused on her designs when a gentle knock at her office door interrupted her concentration.
“Linsey,” someone called, their expression hinting at gossip, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “You have a visitor.”
Curious, Linsey began to inquire further, but before she could speak, the other person leaned in closer and murmured, “It’s Carol Lawson. She claims she’s here to discuss a design.”
