Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Salome was absolutely indignant. “We’re paying customers here! If you fell, it’s obviously Northcrest Tower’s fault. I’m going to go have a word with them!”

Beckett winced in pain, but still reached out to stop her. “No, don’t. It was my own fault–I wasn’t watching where I was going. Don’t trouble yourself over it, especially being this far along. I’d worry about you.”

A shy, pleased smile crept across Salome’s face. In her heart, she was elated–Beckett was starting to care about her.

That had to be a good sign.

On the way home, Salome tried to sound casual. “Honey, I heard Northcrest has a really popular maternity center these days. It’s almost impossible to book, and, well, it’s pretty expensive…”

As she spoke, she watched Beckett’s expression out of the corner of her eye, ready to change tack depending on his reaction.

When she saw that Beckett didn’t seem especially put off, she finally allowed herself a quiet sigh of relief.

He sounded distracted. “Which one is it? I’ll have my assistant call and make a

reservation. If it’s what you want, we can pay extra and get you in.”

Salome could barely contain her excitement, though she tried her best to keep her voice even as she gave him the name of the center.

Beckett had heard of the place before–it’d been all over the news, famous for their so–called “million–dollar birthing suites.”

He frowned. “Aren’t the prices there just being driven up by hype?”

Salome immediately sensed his reluctance.

She lowered her head, her voice tinged with disappointment. “Even if it’s just hype, I just want what’s best for our baby. I want to give him everything I can. Is that so wrong?”

She glanced over at Beckett, who was still driving, her tone as sweet and pitiful as she could manage. “Honestly, if you think I’m being unreasonable, just say so. I’ll change, I promise.”

Looking at her, so vulnerable and hopeful, Beckett couldn’t bring himself to argue.

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Chapter 182

“Salome, there’s nothing wrong with wanting the best for our child. I’ll have my assistant take care of it.”

A small, almost imperceptible smile of triumph touched Salome’s lips.

She’d earned her place now, her own status. She could afford this “million–dollar” maternity center, after all.

It was like a ticket into Northcrest’s exclusive circle of society wives.

Only women whose children were born in that center could truly claim a spot in that

world.

Tonight, the city sky above Northcrest was unexpectedly clear, and stars twinkled above the skyline.

Edith looked up and spotted them through the floor–to–ceiling windows. The stars really were beautiful.

No wonder this place cost so much.

The manager personally served their dinner, explaining with careful attention, “Mr. Hawksley, tonight’s menu has been crafted around your allergies. Everything is perfectly safe for you.”

Edith’s first thought was–does Justin really have that many allergies?

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