Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 92

Alicia lay sprawled across the bed, lost in thought. Could she really get pregnant this way?

Now that things had come to this point, panic began to creep in.

When Tyrone had first suggested they have a child during the course of their marriage contract, Alicia hadn't thought much of it. But now… worry gnawed at her. If she did become a mother, would her child even need to know her? After their divorce, would Tyrone let her see the baby at all?

"Breakfast's here."

A hotel staff member brought up breakfast, and Alicia dragged herself out of bed, her mind a million miles away.

"Are you feeling alright?" Tyrone slipped his arms around her from behind, his hand gentle as it brushed her hair.

Alicia felt a little tense and shook her head.

"Don't stress about it," he murmured, taking her hand and leading her to the dining table. "Let's just see what happens."

He opened a velvet jewelry box and slipped a bracelet onto her wrist.

It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for her.

"My mother has quite the foresight, doesn't she?" Tyrone said with a small smile.

Alicia glanced at him in confusion, not quite grasping his meaning.

She didn't know much about gemstones or jewelry, but even she could tell the bracelet—cool to the touch, with a clear green sheen—was worth a fortune.

"It's something my mother set aside for her future daughter-in-law," Tyrone said offhandedly, handing Alicia a fork.

Alicia looked down at the bracelet, hesitant. "This must be expensive, right?"

Maybe it was a Lynch family tradition. At last night's family dinner, she'd noticed the aunts all wore fine jewelry on their wrists and around their necks. Still, even as an outsider, she could tell hers was in a league of its own.

"It's nothing," Tyrone replied, dodging the question as he served food onto her plate.

Alicia let out a quiet sigh of relief. Maybe it wasn't outrageously valuable after all—otherwise, what if she broke it? Besides, she was only a wife by contract. It wouldn't make sense to give her something truly priceless.

As a child, she'd gag at even the slightest taste of ginger—a strange quirk of hers. Cilantro, she simply disliked, but garlic she loved. She wasn't sure if Tyrone had simply guessed, or if he'd actually looked into her preferences.

Alicia's mind drifted back to when she was ten, adopted by her second foster family. Afraid her new parents wouldn't like her, she'd forced herself to eat a salad packed with ginger, cilantro, and preserved eggs. She'd spent ages afterward, hiding in her room, sick to her stomach.

But even her obedience hadn't been enough. The next year, when her adoptive parents had a biological child of their own, Alicia was sent back to the orphanage.

Ever since then, ginger wasn't just something her body rejected—her mind did, too. Every bite was a reminder of being unwanted, sent away, left behind.

Tyrone's phone rang, breaking the silence.

Alicia snapped back to the present, lowering her head and focusing on her food. Maybe Tyrone just didn't like ginger and cilantro either.

"Hello?" Tyrone stepped aside to answer the call.

"Alicia's not feeling well," he said.

Whatever the person on the other end said made him frown. "Understood."