Chapter 415
Feigning ignorance, Eileen approached him and said, “The dinner wrapped up well. There’s no need for you to stay here any longer.”
“That quick?” Julio stood, surprised, as he pocketed his phone. “Are you all heading out too?”
“You’ll have another round with them and leave after eating,” Eileen said, figuring that if she didn’t leave soon, Raymond wouldn’t make it out of the hotel on his own feet tonight.
Julio nodded towards the door. “Okay, I’ll head out first.”
As Eileen and Julio left the room, they spotted a figure rushing toward the restroom.
“Dolores?” Julio said uncertainly and turned to Eileen. “Is that Dolores?”
“I think so.” Even without a clear view of her face, Eileen was quite certain it was Dolores, judging from her figure.
Before Eileen could respond, Julio quickly moved toward the restroom, finding Dolores vomiting at the sink, unable to reach the toilet in time.
Dolores hadn’t consumed much due to her pregnancy, leaving her with an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.
Eventually, Dolores pulled a candy from her pocket and placed it in her mouth to alleviate the nausea.
Resting against the wall, Dolores was about to relax when she noticed two figures standing in the corner of the restroom.
“Are you pregnant?” Julio inquired with near certainty.
He had witnessed her vomiting twice, which led him to that conclusion.
Dolores’ heart pounded.
She attempted to stay composed and retorted, “What does it matter to you?”
“If the child isn’t mine, it’s none of my concern,” Julio responded, vividly remembering their last encounter, which had involved him being unwittingly drugged.
And no precautions were taken.
Julio adjusted his tie, his impatience and somber mood evident. He approached Dalores and stated firmly, “You need to get checked.”
“Why should I?” Dalores dodged his extended hand. “I know my own body. And even if I am pregnant, it has nothing to do with you. I’ve been with many men. The baby might not even be yours!”
Julio didn’t believe her claim. His lips pressed tightly together as he countered sharply, “A check-up will tell.”
He knew Dalores well enough to doubt her words.
His fingers clamped down on her wrist, firm and unyielding, like a lion capturing its prey.