Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 162: Chapter 162

"That might not be the case. As long as the working environment is good, you can work while you are pregnant. When the time comes, Gemma will be in charge of the more troublesome work. You can just be in charge of relaxing work." I took the initiative to allocate tasks. "Besides, there are many favorable policies for pregnant women in the workplace, and it can even serve as a form of prenatal education in a way."
Gemma agreed. "No problem. I'm willing to share the workload with the pregnant Raelynn."
Raelynn blushed and shook her head. "I'm just making an analogy. Why are you guys really discussing it? I'm not married, let alone pregnant."
"It's only a matter of time." Gemma raised her wine glass and said, "I wish you and Jess the fruit of love as soon as possible."
I also smiled and raised my glass to play along with Gemma to tease Raelynn.
For a moment, the private room was filled with laughter.
Suddenly, my lower abdomen hurt, so I put down the empty glass. "Enjoy your meal. I'm going to the washroom."
I was worried that it might be because I had drunk red wine. After all, my period was coming soon, so I grabbed my bag and walked out of the private room.
When I reached the washroom, I realized that my period had really come early.
This was a little troublesome. Ever since I gave birth to Benedict, my period had been a little chaotic every month. Moreover, the pain was very strong. If I was not careful and ate something cold, I would feel heart-wrenching pain.
If I had known that my period would be brought forward, I wouldn't have drunk red wine.
With such a good atmosphere, I really don't want to ruin their good mood. Hence, after I dealt with it, I endured the pain and touched up my makeup in the bathroom mirror so that I wouldn't look too pale.
However, the intermittent throbbing pain in my lower abdomen was too intense. When I walked, my legs were especially weak. After taking a deep breath, I could only take small steps and move bit by bit.
Unexpectedly, just as I walked out of the washroom and walked around the green potted plants, I saw the door of the private room at the side being pushed open by the waiter.
Quinn was eating with a strange man.
His gray suit was hung on a hanger at the side. He was wearing a white dark-patterned shirt with a waist-length vest. The silk tie I matched for him made his jawline look even sharper.
The unfamiliar man sitting opposite Quinn was not a working client because he was not wearing a suit and leather shoes, but a casual sports jacket.
I searched my memory for friends who had a good relationship with Quinn but couldn't find anyone who fit the bill. So I couldn't help but be curious about the identity of this unfamiliar man.
Originally, I wanted to go forward and say hello, but a needle-like pain instantly spread throughout my entire body, radiating out from my lower abdomen. The pain was so intense that I actually began to sweat.
"Quinn!" Murmuring his name, my vision filled with white spots, and as pain surged through my limbs, my footing became unstable. As I was losing consciousness, I tried to reach out to steady myself against the wall, but ultimately, I collapsed weakly to the floor.
The girl who had just come out of the washroom happened to see me faint. She screamed in shock, "Help, someone fainted! Someone come quickly. A lady fainted!" The girl was young and kept shouting.
Quinn's room was the closest. When he heard the sound, he came over immediately. When he saw that the person who fainted was me, his pupils suddenly constricted.
"Excuse me, this is my wife!" There was a hint of worry and anxiety in Quinn's sharp tone.