Page 42 of Pregnant By the Russian Pakhan

Mira gave the woman a glare that wiped the grin off her face.

The woman looked uncomfortably from Mira to Mikhail before returning her gaze to Mira’s. “I am Dr. Winberg,” she introduced herself. “Rebecca Winberg. You’re at Cross Memorial Hospital,” she added.

When Mira continued to stare at her in silence, the doctor stepped closer to her and laid a gentle hand on her arm. “Do you remember anything?”

Mira frowned. “I was in a car with Mikhail. He was going so fast. I felt dizzy and nauseous.”

The doctor nodded encouragingly and seemed to be waiting for more.

Mira frowned at her.

“Well, you have a bit of a concussion because it seems you hit your head on the console when you fainted?”

The woman made it sound like a question and not a statement. Why was she—

In a flash, Mira realized she was checking to make sure Mikhail hadn’t hurt her.

Mira paled. He would never hurt her; his restraint, even in the face of knowing she had been trying to kill him was proof of that. He might be mad at her, but he wasn’t the sort of man to physically harm an unarmed woman. If anything, she had been the one to hurt him.

Her gaze met his across the room and she felt lower than dirt when she saw the absolute certainty in his eyes that she was going to accuse him of hitting her.

She frowned and shook her head. But before she could speak, Mikhail said in a quiet, authoritative voice that brooked no argument, “I know you’re only doing your job, doctor, and I applaud you for that. But out of nowhere, my perfectly healthy wife vomited and fainted. Forgive me if I’m a little more fixated on that than anything else. If you can go ahead and give us a diagnosis and begin treatment, I’ll be happy to show you the recording in my car once we leave here.”

“Recording in your car?” Mira croaked.

He shrugged. “I’ve installed a device to take recordings of happenings in and around my cars as a security measure.”

Mira paled. Did that mean he’d gotten her on video in the limo the first time they made love?

As though he’d heard her thoughts, he continued, “It’s in all my cars except the limo.”

The doctor was following their exchange closely as though looking for something. Then when they stopped talking, she smiled at them. “Mira’s absolutely fine. She’s just pregnant. Congratulations, you two.”

Chapter 26 - Mikhail

Mikhail was still reeling as he pulled up to the villa and came around to the passenger’s side to help Mira out. He couldn’t believe he was about to be a father. In all his wildest dreams, he had never dared hope that any woman would carry his child, especially after he’d sworn off women after Alena’s betrayal.

But now this angelic, beautiful woman was about to fulfill a dream he hadn’t even known he had.

He stretched forth a hand to help her out and the angel glared at him. “I’m not an invalid. I can get out under my own steam, thank you.”

He stepped back, allowing her to exercise her free will.

She flounced out of the car with her nose in the air, and promptly skid to a startled stop when she apparently felt dizzy again.

“Well, there. Your ‘own steam’ isn’t very hot these days,” he informed her as he adroitly lifted her into his arms.

Mira’s hands encircled his neck automatically, although she still maintained her glare.

“Stop glaring. It’s probably why you felt dizzy,” he chided.

He could feel his men watching them from all over the villa as they witnessed the entertaining spectacle of their boss carrying a woman in his arms. It had never happened before, not even with Alena.

“Glaring doesn’t require any physical effort on my part. It comes naturally,” Mira countered.

“I hear you, Medusa,” he teased.

“You did not just call me a snake-haired goddess,” she protested.

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