This Alpha Is So Devoted to His Wife - Chapter 91

Luo Yǔduàn knew that pregnancy was not an easy matter, but he hadn’t realized how strenuous it would be, and he also became acutely aware of how much emotional stress an Omega would suffer if their Alpha left while they were pregnant.

Galaxy Group CEO’s Office.

Luo Yǔduàn sat expressionlessly on the sofa, arms folded, the veins on his arms subtly bulging. Hearing Duàn Yǔluò’s utterly nonsensical request, he looked up at his younger brother sitting at the desk, feeling a pulsing ache in his temples.

“Are you serious, Zǎizǎi (baby/cub)?”

How could anyone possibly demand he go home to fetch his Alpha’s shirt right before a meeting?

Duàn Yǔluò leaned back in his chair, finding no comfortable way to sit. He looked at his older brother with a pleading look in his eyes: “Ge (Brother), please help me get it. I feel awful.”

Lù Xīnghè had been gone for a week. Even though they chatted and video-called every day, it had been too long since he’d smelled Lù Xīnghè’s pheromones. Now, the inability to smell them made him restlessly anxious. That indescribable anxiety and panic were even worse than the morning sickness.

Not to mention having to endure this anxious panic right after the nausea.

He couldn’t control it.

Luo Yǔduàn saw that his brother’s complexion was indeed poor, to the point where even sitting seemed to be a problem: “Let’s postpone the meeting. Does this meeting absolutely have to happen? Knowing your current condition, why are you so determined to push yourself?”

A brief silence fell over the office after he spoke.

Luo Yǔduàn realized his brother hadn’t replied and thought he might have said something wrong, so he was about to apologize.

“If I’m not busy, I’ll keep thinking about him, and I’ll become even more anxious and uncomfortable.” Duàn Yǔluò took off his glasses and placed them on the desk, gently pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to ease his discomfort.

He knew he should be resting given the strong reactions in his early pregnancy, but if he rested, his anxiety only intensified.

Luo Yǔduàn listened to the fatigue in his brother’s voice, knowing naturally what the past few days had been like. No truly outrageous things had happened, but he did have to get up every night. Once awake, he would sit for over an hour. At first, he could still manage a smile, but later he just became sullen. Neither he nor their sister could coax him back to sleep.

It wasn’t until he was genuinely exhausted that he would finally drift off.

Then the next day, he would be woken up by morning sickness, throwing up everything he ate, even breakfast.

This wasn’t just pregnancy; this was suffering.

Seeing his brother like this softened his heart. He reluctantly stood up: “Fine, Ge will go back and get it for you. Is there anything else you need me to grab?”

“Nothing else,” Duàn Yǔluò shook his head. After speaking, he felt his throat was dry and stood up to get some water.

But as he stood, he instinctively grabbed the corner of the desk. A sudden bout of ringing in his ears struck, followed by a tight chest and shortness of breath. His vision went dark, and he stood there in a daze for a moment.

Luo Yǔduàn was about to leave when he saw his brother standing motionless. Frowning, he found it strange and walked over: “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

He then noticed Duàn Yǔluò’s pale face and cold sweat on his forehead. His eyes darkened instantly, and he quickly supported him.

“What is it, Zǎizǎi!”

“Ge, I…”

Duàn Yǔluò tried to say he felt unwell, but before he could finish, he felt all the strength drain from his body. His consciousness was gradually swallowed by darkness, and his entire body went limp, tipping forward.

In the last moment before passing out, he was still thinking:

…If he doesn’t come back soon, I’m really going to be angry.

…

“Low blood sugar is common in early pregnancy. If he can’t eat, make him more of what he likes, and stick to small, frequent meals. Now that his morning sickness is severe and he has fainted, you must pay even more attention to his diet. In the early stages, the baby is just a tiny bean and doesn’t need much nutrition; the focus should be on the pregnant Omega’s health. You must coax him to eat, even if he doesn’t want to.”

“Furthermore, since his Alpha is not around, their high bond compatibility means that the need for the other party during pregnancy is great. Separation can easily cause severe separation anxiety. Family members should try to stay with him as much as possible to at least give him a sense of security.”

“Doctor Zhang, is this how all Omegas are during pregnancy?”

“Not necessarily. Everyone’s physical constitution is different.”

“Okay, I understand.”

After the doctor left, the rest room quickly fell silent.

Luo Yǔduàn sat on the sofa by the bed, looking at his brother, who was now awake but hadn’t spoken a word. Seeing that he still looked pale, he asked: “I’ve had Qiao Qiao postpone the meeting. Is there anything you want to eat now?”

Duàn Yǔluò hugged the blanket in his arms, his head slightly lowered, his gaze lost as he clutched the corner of the blanket in his hand. His body hadn’t regained much strength after his blood sugar had stabilized, so he didn’t feel like moving much. He slowly spoke after a while:

“I miss Lù Xīnghè.”

He hadn’t felt anything much until he spoke the name, but then the bridge of his nose couldn’t help but sting, and his eyes welled up. His vision was clouded with moisture, but he eventually held it back and sighed.

Luo Yǔduàn frowned and stood up.

Seeing this, Duàn Yǔluò immediately reached out and grabbed the corner of his brother’s shirt to stop him from leaving. He instantly looked up, panic rippling in his eyes: “Ge, don’t tell Xīnghè.”

“Why?” Luo Yǔduàn lowered his gaze, looking at the hand gripping his shirt. He suppressed his impulse to go beat someone up and sat back down.

Duàn Yǔluò was silent for a moment. He let go of the shirt corner, thought for a bit, and then spoke.

“He never talks to me about his grandmother’s side of the family so I won’t worry. I’ve seen the recent news; their big family is in a massive dispute over property. I can’t let him get distracted at this critical moment. It’s not that I don’t want to tell him I’m very uncomfortable and need him; I really want to. But I want him to resolve it quickly and come back even more.”

“Actually, you could tell him. Lù Xīnghè wouldn’t be so incapable of prioritizing things when dealing with business.”

Duàn Yǔluò pressed his face against the blanket and drifted off for a while. His eyes felt warm. He smiled: “He would. If he heard that I was very uncomfortable, he wouldn’t be able to do anything, and he might even vent his frustration on others because of me. I can’t let that happen.”

He then looked at his brother: “So you mustn’t tell him.”

Luo Yǔduàn bent over, placing his hands on his thighs, meeting his brother’s eyes. He controlled his urge to reprimand Lù Xīnghè: “Zǎizǎi, don’t you feel wronged?”

Duàn Yǔluò laughed out loud: “How could this be wronged? I can be willful in front of him, and I can do anything in front of him, but I absolutely cannot let him affect his efficiency and state during important matters because of me, because he treats me the same way.”

Luo Yǔduàn suddenly took a deep breath.

Duàn Yǔluò: “…Why the heavy breathing?”

Luo Yǔduàn sat up and leaned back against the chair, resting his head back. Thinking of something, he mused: “Love seems quite complicated.”

Duàn Yǔluò felt his strength slightly return. He sat up. Seeing his brother’s posture, he laughed: “Secret love is even more complicated.”

Luo Yǔduàn: “…”

“Ge, can you go home and get Lù Xīnghè’s shirt for me now?”

Luo Yǔduàn: “…” He held his knees, resignedly stood up, and nodded: “Alright, I’ll go now.”

Duàn Yǔluò watched his brother’s retreating back until the rest room door closed. Only then did he withdraw his gaze and lean against the soft headboard, staring at the floor-to-ceiling window not far away, almost seeing the figure of Lù Xīnghè walking back and forth there.

Today was the seventh day.

The separation at the age of four was merely a first life experience, the reluctant feeling of a partner leaving.

The separation at the age of twenty-four was different; he and Lù Xīnghè were bound by all intimate connections, each an inseparable part of the other’s existence. The anxiety of an uncertain return date was the root of all his unrest.

But he still believed Lù Xīnghè would come back as soon as possible.

So, after adjusting his state, he picked up his phone to call Lù Xīnghè.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, in Country D, where the time difference was ten hours from China.

It was late at night, 10 o’clock.

The Presidential Suite at the Komanking Hotel.

“How should this money be used, and where can it be used? Do I still need to teach you that!”

Snap. The document was thrown back onto the desk. The sound echoed in the quiet room, creating an invisible pressure. The surrounding atmosphere plummeted because of the statement.

Lù Xīnghè’s expression was cold. Leaning back in his chair, he glanced at the former royal financial analyst standing beside him: “I’ll say it again. The fact that they can touch this money is because it’s moving under my name. If anything they do damages my reputation or the reputation of my beloved, don’t come to me begging for mercy. I won’t give them a single cent.”

The financial analyst hesitated: “If the Komanking Hotel adds gambling operations, it certainly—”

“Not allowed,” Lù Xīnghè stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass reflected the Alpha’s tall figure. He let out a cold laugh: “The gambling agreement clearly states the areas that cannot be touched. Even if a casino is legal here, it’s a dead end as far as I’m concerned.”

He then turned sideways to face the analyst: “Don’t let this happen again. If you ask me about something like this a second time, pack your bags and leave. You must finish clearing and submitting all documents to me by tomorrow.”

The analyst felt his legs wobble under the gaze of the Alpha before him. He nervously picked up the documents on the desk and nodded: “Yes, I will handle it immediately.”

He then left the room.

Lù Xīnghè took a deep breath, annoyedly tugging open his shirt collar. His sharp brow still conveyed his deep displeasure. He walked towards the adjacent gym.

Two more days.

Just endure this mess for two more days.

He was going crazy missing Duàn Yǔluò.

He walked into the gym, took off his black shirt and tossed it aside, then wrapped the white bandage placed next to the sandbag around his hands.

His long, well-defined fingers flexed, the veins subtly pulsing, the white bandage lending a sense of restrained asceticism.

He then viciously punched the sandbag, which instantly dented inward.

The indoor light fell upon the tall Alpha venting his frustration through boxing. His broad shoulders, strong back, and solid arms were slick with fine sweat that ran down his muscle lines. Punch after heavy punch landed, making a muffled thud.

Lù Xīnghè stared darkly at the sandbag, like an enraged beast that had been disturbed and was now tearing at its prey.

Just then, his phone rang with the ringtone set exclusively for Duàn Yǔluò.

At that exact instant, the beast, who had been raining sweat and fury, immediately withdrew all his aggression. He walked to the nearby cabinet and picked up his phone. It was indeed a video call from Duàn Yǔluò. He quickly adjusted his state and connected the call.

The moment Duàn Yǔluò saw the video connect, he noticed Lù Xīnghè was covered in sweat. Perhaps the visual impact of his bare upper body was too strong, especially his chest. As he breathed, his chest rose and fell, and the sweat tracing his breathing rhythm made the pheromones seem to leap through the screen.

He was stunned and didn’t react for a while.

Too sexy.

“Bǎobǎo (Baby)?” After connecting the video, Lù Xīnghè saw Duàn Yǔluò愣 frozen on the other end, noticing his gaze fixed on his chest. He raised his bandaged hand to wipe the sweat from his chest and smiled: “I was boxing, and now I’m getting ready to rest. Why do you have time to video call me now?”

It had only been an hour since their last video call, as he needed to supervise his pregnant darling to eat breakfast, just to make sure he did.

Duàn Yǔluò had planned what to say, but his mouth was quicker than his brain.

“I miss you kissing me.”

He had only meant to say ‘I miss you,’ but his mouth was faster than his mind and added two extra words.

In the moment their eyes met, along with the longing, other emotions were stirring.

Lù Xīnghè gazed at Duàn Yǔluò on the other side of the video, his eyes deepening. His Adam’s apple bobbed, then he lowered his head and smiled: “Okay, I’m coming back soon. Wait for me two more days.”

“Really?”

“Really. When have I ever lied to you? Everything’s been dealt with.” Lù Xīnghè rubbed the screen with his bandaged hand, watching his partner with deep affection and tenderness: “Bǎobǎo, I miss you too.”

Just then, a message popped up.

[Mr. Lu, Young Master Duan fainted from low blood sugar just now.]

Lù Xīnghè’s eyes darkened, and his bandaged hand suddenly clenched.