Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Sunlight spilled through the curtains, soft and golden.

Jayson blinked awake.

...And immediately froze.

Miexha was sleeping without clothes beside him.

The blanket had twisted loosely around her, her breathing slow and steady. Her hair brushed against his arm, and one of her hands rested near his chest.

For a full second, he didn't move.

Then his brain caught up.

And everything in him went cold, heartbeat hammering like a warning siren in his ears.

"...What did I do?" he whispered.

Fragments from last night flickered through his mind—

The restaurant.

The teasing.

The kiss.

The way they ended up too close... then closer... until neither of them pulled away.

His gaze dropped.

Their clothes were scattered across the floor.

"...Oh no."

He dragged a hand down his face, panic rising fast.

"No, no, no—"

He looked back at her.

She was still sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the storm happening beside her.

Carefully, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
"I'm sorry, Miexha. I'm sorry. I'm the worst."

He slipped out of bed, grabbed his hoodie, and hurried out of the villa in slippers.

Ten minutes later—

He stood inside a small Red City pharmacy across the street.

Looking like he hadn't slept in a week.

In his hand?

A box of pregnancy test kits.

The cashier raised an eyebrow.

"...Sir, one test can guarantee the result, don't you think?"

"Please just ring it up," Jayson said quickly, placing it on the counter, voice strained.

The cashier gave him a look—but scanned it anyway.

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By the time he got back to the villa, his mind was a blank mess of doom.
He half-expected Miexha to wake up and tell him she was having twins already.

He paused at the bedroom door.

Peeked inside.

Miexha was still asleep—curled slightly to one side now, hugging his pillow, a faint smile on her lips.

He backed away quietly and dropped onto the couch, running both hands through his hair.

Then he grabbed his phone.

Dialed.

The call connected.

"Dad," Jayson said immediately.
"I messed up."

Ashel's calm voice came through, mildly amused.

"...Good morning to you, too. What did you do exactly?"

"I don't know! I mean—I kissed her—and then we were in bed—and then we were still kissing— and I think—oh god, I think I ruined—!"
He was practically crying now.