The pungent, sour stench quickly filled the car.
By the time I managed to suppress the overwhelming nausea, a tissue appeared in front of me.
I glanced up coldly, meeting Gavin's gaze.
Perhaps his drunkenness had subsided, or maybe he was disgusted by the mess I had made in his car, but he didn't press forward.
Taking the tissue, I wiped my mouth and threw it spitefully onto the seat.
Seeing the state of his car, I felt a surge of satisfaction—serves him right!
But he didn't seem to care. Instead, he stared at me intently. "Grace, are you pregnant?"
My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't expected the pregnancy to be exposed so abruptly.
Still, I worked hard to maintain my composure, casting him a cold glance. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I be pregnant?"
I let out a mocking laugh. "Didn't you say I was infertile?"
Gavin's face darkened as he recalled our argument about this not long ago.
He didn't respond, leaving me uneasy as I wondered whether he believed me. Regardless, I kept my expression calm. "It's just a stomach issue. Your reeking alcohol breath made me nauseous."
He pressed his lips together, seemingly convinced. "No wonder you've lost so much weight lately. Have you seen a doctor?"
"That's none of your concern." I pushed him away and stepped out of the car.
He quickly exited from the other side and caught up to me in a few strides. "I'll take you to the hospital. I mentioned before that you should get a full check-up..."
I shook off his hand. "I don't need your help!"
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