You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 44

Sylvia allowed herself the indulgence of leaning against him for a brief moment, speaking in a steady tone.

"I'll go for the examination, and the medical report will be mailed to him."

Finley stood rigidly, an awkward expression flickering across his face.

A cold, faint smile tugged at the corners of Sylvia's mouth. "Is he really that impatient? Does he expect me to go right this second?"

Finley remained silent for a beat before replying, "It would be best if it were completed within this week."

"Understood." Sylvia lowered her gaze and got into the car with Julian.

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The car was dead silent. The air held a hint of juniper blended with a woody cedar note, bringing a touch of coolness.

Julian took her hand. "Don't worry. I'll help you."

Tears immediately welled up in Sylvia's eyes. She didn't want to look weak, but she couldn't hold them back.

"Should I not keep this baby?"

She had thought she could have this baby entirely for herself, but Ashton's paranoia and relentless pressure made her question if she was making a massive mistake.

She had been crumbling under the weight of it all. Since finding out she was pregnant, she had been agonizing over whether to keep it. But if she didn't, she might never have the chance to experience motherhood.

Why should she lose everything just because of Ashton?

But if she didn't get rid of it, the Wyatt family would never let her go.

At that very thought, Sylvia's body began to tremble slightly.

Julian felt her shaking and tightened his grip on her hand, his palm radiating warmth.

"If you want this baby, then the baby stays," he said firmly. "Sylvia, look at me. Repeat after me: 'This baby is mine alone. Whether they come into this world depends solely on my choice, and it has nothing to do with anyone else.'"

Sylvia obediently repeated the words.

"But I..."

Julian's voice was deep and steady. "Don't worry about anything else. Just tell me, do you want this baby?"

Sylvia hesitated, then nodded.

"Alright," Julian said. "I'll handle Dr. Zachary Preston. You don't need to worry about the medical report."

Thanks to Julian's unwavering composure, Sylvia slowly reigned in her panic.

Thankfully, when the light turned green, Julian finally let go of her hand.

From the corner of her eye, Sylvia stole a glance at Julian. He had sharp, chiseled features and a brutally clean jawline. Paired with his thin gold-rimmed glasses, he radiated a naturally seductive energy, yet there was a cool rationality to him—calculated and dangerously controlled.

Judging by the way he handled things, he was emotionally grounded, never spiraling. He liked executing plans with terrifying precision and rarely ever lost his grip.

He was the complete opposite of Ashton's explosive, arrogant dominance.

Wait, why did she keep comparing everyone to Ashton?

"What are you looking at?"

Sylvia was caught red-handed as his gaze snapped to hers.

"Well, you were looking at me too. How else would you know I was staring?"

"Yes, I fully admit I was looking at you," Julian said with effortless candor.

Add another trait to the list.

When he wanted to flirt, he was devastatingly good at it.