Ling Chuxia turned her face and, with effort, reached out to grab the phone. She glanced at the screen where the words "Young Master" were flashing before she suddenly snapped back to reality.
She had almost forgotten that Shi Che, who was on a business trip, would occasionally call her, and it was usually around this time.
Ling Chuxia knew she was weak, but she didn’t want Shi Che to sense anything was amiss. She took a few deep breaths, cleared her throat, and tried to make her voice sound normal before she slid her finger across the screen to answer the call.
Although Ling Chuxia tried to control her voice, it was immediately detected by Shi Che. His voice was as deep as ever, "What’s wrong with your voice?"
Ling Chuxia was taken aback, not expecting her condition to be perceived so quickly. She thought Shi Che was just vigilant, not realizing how acute he was too. No wonder every lie she told was eventually uncovered.
If it hadn’t been for Shi Che’s absence this past week, perhaps she would have been found out already?
Fortunately...they were still separated by the phone. Nevertheless, even through the phone, Ling Chuxia could feel a hint of pressure. All she could do was take deep breaths, suppress the fear in her heart, and respond in as gentle a tone as possible, "It’s just a little recurrence of a previous illness, it’s nothing serious."
Shi Che was silent on the other end for a while. Ling Chuxia held her breath, afraid he wouldn’t believe her, and quickly added, "It’s just a minor cold."
Shi Che remained silent, the silence on the other end so profound that she seemed to only hear breathing. Ling Chuxia’s heart began to race. Could Shi Che be suspecting something?
Could it be... that there were eyes at home even though he wasn’t there?
But...even though he was away, she hadn’t let her guard down at all! Surely she hadn’t been easy to detect?
As Ling Chuxia nervously scrambled through her thoughts, Shi Che’s deep voice slowly rose, "Why didn’t you tell me?"
His voice was low, slightly hoarse, and carried some other emotion Ling Chuxia could not identify, making her momentarily dazed by his words.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Was Shi Che asking her why she didn’t tell him?
Such a simple question, yet it shook Ling Chuxia’s heart violently, a sourness swiftly rising and choking her throat.
Over the past three years, she had grown accustomed to bearing everything alone, swallowing everything herself.
Knowing that Shi Che hated and despised her, she dared not say anything to him, no matter how sad or aggrieved she was, she never dared reveal a fraction of it in front of him.
And now, Shi Che was asking her, why didn’t she tell him?
Of course, Ling Chuxia couldn’t dare say she couldn’t. She thought for a moment, her standard response should be, "I didn’t want to worry you." However, perhaps due to the uneasy and guilty weight in her heart, she couldn’t help but ask softly, "Can I tell you?"
Momentarily stunned by her question, Shi Che then seemed to carry a trace of warmth in his deep voice, each word reaching her ears, "Yes."
Just those two words, yet for some reason, they touched her heartstrings. Suddenly, she felt an urge to ask him, if... if she were pregnant, what would he... what would he do?