CHAPTER 881: CHAPTER 881: IT SEEMS THERE’S MOVEMENT IN HER BELLY

From now on, Peach Bell and Spencer Ford’s faces are not allowed to appear in VK.

Forty-third floor office.

Nora Northwood dialed the office desk’s extension phone and said to the person on the other end, "Secretary Winslow, please bring me a cup of coffee."

It took only about ten minutes before Yvonne Winslow entered the chairman’s office with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Director Nora, you’ve been drinking coffee quite frequently lately," she kindly reminded.

"Always feeling like I haven’t slept enough, trying to perk up."

Upon hearing this, Yvonne Winslow let out a light sigh, her voice softened, advising, "Nora, your health is more important than work."

"Please cancel the afternoon meeting for me."

"Okay."

"This year, every..." Before Nora Northwood could finish her sentence, a wave of discomfort surged through her stomach.

She stood up, almost jogging, sprinting to the sink and began retching.

She retched for a long time without throwing up anything.

Her stomach felt truly awful.

When Nora Northwood came out again, Yvonne Winslow’s gaze fell on her flat belly, and she had a vague suspicion.

"Nora, could you be pregnant?"

Upon hearing the word "pregnant," Nora Northwood’s eyes lit up for a brief moment.

Was she really pregnant?

Soon after, Yvonne Winslow asked, "Is your period regular?"

"What’s the date today?"

"December 2nd."

Nora Northwood pinched her thumb, calculated a bit, and realized it was indeed delayed by about ten days.

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on her abdomen, her eyes gradually becoming affectionate.

Seeing this, Yvonne Winslow understood and switched to a motherly tone, "You should go to the hospital for a full check-up, quickly hand over your current work to the departments, if you really are pregnant, you can’t be as overworked as you are now."

"I understand, thank you."

Nora Northwood kept feeling something was amiss... How did Yvonne Winslow, an unmarried woman, know more than she did?

After the office emptied, Nora Northwood’s heart pounded incessantly.

She was still in disbelief, was there really a little life in her belly?

She searched Spencer Sinclair’s number in her contacts, just dialed it, and immediately cut it off before it could ring.

Nora Northwood thought, if it’s just a stomachache, wouldn’t it make everyone happy for nothing?

So, she went to the pharmacy.

In the elevator, the air became thin, and Nora Northwood started retching again, even more severely than before.

Fortunately, this was a private elevator, no other employees would be using it.

When the elevator reached the first floor, as the two silver doors slowly opened, she regained her normal expression.

Nora Northwood bought two pregnancy test kits at the pharmacy, to avoid errors, she bought two different brands.

Back at her desk, she felt anxious and uneasy.

To be honest, Nora Northwood didn’t know how to describe her current mood.

Happiness was undeniable, but alongside happiness, there was a hint of nervousness.

Regarding the upcoming new role, Nora Northwood was filled with great anxiety.

The phone’s contacts interface was switched to WeChat’s chat box.

She asked, "Are you working late tonight?"

The message was sent, and in less than a second, the top of the screen showed the opposite party typing...

Shortly, she received Jasper Sinclair’s reply.

"I have a high-level meeting, I’ll be home late. You should go to bed early, no need to wait for me."

"Okay."

Nora Northwood didn’t say anything else, clasped her phone, and started staring at the ceiling.