The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 275 I don’t recall a thing

Brandon shot him a sidelong glance. "Blood fresh from the veins is the only kind that works—it saves lives. Anything else backfires and just ends up hurting people."

He flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, eyes already shut. "Get some rest. We’ll head back when the sun’s up."

Samuel nodded with a heavy sigh, his breath catching just slightly.

Sunlight crept through the tiny gap in the curtains as morning broke.

Tristan idly played with Megan’s hair, letting the strands curl around his fingers, then teasing her cheek and neck with them.

She frowned a little and mumbled, "Quit it. Why are you always messing around?"

He let out a soft chuckle. "Sun’s already up. Don’t you think it’s time we got out of bed?"

Still with her eyes closed, Megan’s eyeballs twitched slightly under her lids. She suddenly popped them open and looked straight at him. "What time is it?"

"Noon. Twelve o’clock."

She raised a hand to her forehead. Last night, she’d spent the whole time just watching Tristan, completely captivated until the sky started to lighten. Only then had she dozed off—who knew she’d sleep straight into midday? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She looked closely at his defined features, gently running her fingers along his face. "Let me have a good look at the man who looks like he stepped right out of a poem."

Tristan’s lips lifted in a lazy smile. "Do I look familiar to you?"

"Not one bit. But you are crazy good-looking. As the president of the high standards beauty club, I gotta say, your face is seriously my type. Can I keep you? Buy one, get one—maybe toss in a mini you?"

"This dazzling lady’s tempting, no doubt, but becoming an instant dad? I’m definitely not ready for that."

"You sure?" Megan batted her lashes, her fingers gliding from his chiseled jaw down his throat, slowly unfastening his pajama buttons along the way.

She undid them one by one. "Not even a little ready?"

Tristan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing shallow. He clasped her hand and said a bit hoarsely, "You know I’m powerless when it comes to you."

He guided her hand lower. "You’re doing this on purpose."

She laughed, eyes curling. "I’m great at lighting little fires in your heart. But putting them out? That’s out of my job description."

"You devil... You’re not just lighting a fire—you’re setting off fireworks all over me." Tristan leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "If you weren’t pregnant, I’d make sure you didn’t leave the bed for three days."

Megan wrapped her arms around him. "I don’t even want to get out, ever."

"If there comes a day I’m back to full health, remember what you just said to me."

Megan’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Said what? I don’t recall a thing."

Tristan tickled her side. "Doesn’t matter. I’ll make sure you remember real well when the time comes."

After some more affectionate teasing, they finally got up to wash, change, and head downstairs with Nicole for lunch.

Megan picked a piece of fish and placed it in Nicole’s bowl. "Eat more."

Nicole gave a soft laugh. "Doesn’t really matter. This baby shouldn’t even exist, and he won’t be born. He’s just a pawn—might not even be a useful one."

"The longer he stays in your belly, the harder it gets to let go." Megan set down her chopsticks. "I won’t tell you what to do. Just hope you won’t be in too much pain when the time comes."

Nicole nodded and smiled faintly before focusing back on her meal.

Megan could see the turmoil in Nicole’s eyes. No woman truly doesn’t care for her own child. Especially not when each passing day makes that tiny life inside feel more real, more a part of you.