Chapter 134: Chapter 134

“They’re here.” Wyatt’s agitated voice drifted into my ears as soon as I regained consciousness. Knowing how easily Wyatt tends to catch me whenever I’m awake, I quickly tried to continue feigning like I was sleeping. “They disguised as Fox to hurt Maia. Who knows what they will do next?” Wyatt’s deep, cold voice, which was filled with possessiveness and fury, invaded my ear.

His hands kept stroking my cheeks, helping me relax more and more, that it really gave me the impulse to want to fall asleep again.

Asher unconsciously began to exude a cold aura, and his voice was laced with darkness. “They must have known Maia is a pure-blood or the identity Maia harbors…”

“It’s my fault. I failed to protect her well.” Oswald suddenly interjected with a self-blame sentence.

I had the impulse to clench my fist and bite my lower lips, but upon recalling that I was feigning sleep, I had to let go of the urges. I couldn’t help falling in thought due to their words.

Is there something I’m missing? And what does Oswald mean by failing to protect me? Isn’t Wyatt the one who has always been protecting me? Had Oswald also been protecting me? But why?

“Forget it.” Wyatt suddenly interjected with a voice laced with enigma. I badly wanted to puff my cheeks and huff at Wyatt.

I know they aren’t always willing to let some discussion out of the office, but Wyatt should have let me hear the full gist before interrupting Oswald! Does he know how much my heart aches to know what is happening? This isn’t about any gossip; rather, this is about my well-being!

“Regardless of how we’ll try to protect her, she’ll still have to face... Maia, can you hear me? Move your finger if you can.” The sudden change in the topic makes me really want to shake Wyatt hard. How can this man be good at pausing conversation at critical points? People tend to get many secrets whenever they fall into a coma, but things fail for me every time.

At this moment, I knew I could only stop pretending. I feigned finding moving my finger a bit tasksome. I slowly shook my head and tried to open my ‘heavylidded’ eyes before finally operating my eyes successfully.

Upon making contact with Wyatt’s black eyes, a whole sense of joy and grievance surged in me. I really wanted to burrow into his embrace while he purred and coaxed me. “Wyatt,” I called out twice and stretched my hand towards him. Perhaps it was because I'd been out for a while that my voice emitted in a thin, soft, hoarse voice.

Wyatt grabbed my hand and placed it on his cheek. He used his hand to cup my cheeks and softly stroke my cheeks. “I’m here,” he responded, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

My hands lowered to my stomach to caress it twice. My eyes fell on Wyatt curiously. I knew the poison wasn't strong enough to knock me out. However, for the fetus, I don't know about it.

Thinking about it, it's been a while since I've been injected with poison. What if that was the reason I was knocked out? What if something happens to our baby because of the baby?

My mind began to rub chaotically, and my mood changed. I grabbed Wyatt's hand abruptly, agitation flowing through me. “Our baby. Is our baby fine?” My eyes were fixated on Wyatt's face in order to catch any subtle change in his expression.

Wyatt’s lips curved slightly, and he ran his hands through my hair as if to calm down. “My wife is strong; how can our baby not be alright?” Wyatt gently coaxed me and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

Upon hearing Wyatt's response, my tense body became calm, and I exhaled in relief. “That’s a relief. Our baby is fine.” I caressed my stomach; my lips curled up in joy, but in the next minute, my expression changed.

I guess I've been too relaxed these days, so I have stopped taking precautions, unlike before. If it were the Filippa from before, I would never have made such a mistake.

‘Baby, Mummy is sorry for failing to protect you this time. However, now that I realize that danger surrounds me, I'll do my all to protect you. Mom failed to protect you from harm's reach this time; Mom will never make such a mistake anymore.’ I inwardly promised with determination.

A sense of weariness surged over me, and my eyes slowly shut. Although I really wanted to take a nap, I found myself unable to sleep due to the multiple chaotic thoughts running through my mind.

I can't help recalling their discussion from earlier. Wyatt mentioned that ‘they are here’. Were those people the same as those Rex mentioned? Moreover, who’s Lorelei in the first place?

The more I think I have a grip on what is happening around me, the more it feels as if I'm placed in an abyss of the unknown. Even myself, I seem to not know much about myself.

‘Hubby. Have you found that person yet?’ I broke out of my reverie and decided to question Wyatt about the person who disguised as Fox through the mind-link. ‘Hubby, I have a dream. Can you let them out first?’ I implored Wyatt through the mind-link without bothering to open my eyes.

I heard the sound of a step taken forward. “I want to listen.” Oswald suddenly declared with a persistent stubbornness in his tone.

My eyes flew wide in shock. I've just spoken through mind-link, how did Oswald hear the words I spoke to Wyatt? We aren't mated, nor have I done the pack ceremony, so how?

Although I really wanted to get a response to the unknown, the words that got my attention most were Oswald's statement.

Oswald persistently wanted to hear what I wanted to tell Wyatt. Lorelei is Oswald's wife; will Oswald believe my words?

Although I knew my interaction with Lorelei could be termed a dream or hallucination, I can't help thinking that Lorelei's hatred for me is abnormal and real. Moreover, I can't help thinking that Lorelei might be behind this incident.

Wyatt stroked my cheeks; his clear and calm eyes made contact with mine, and I couldn't help but relax. With Wyatt around, I have a belief that nothing bad will happen to my baby or me.

‘What are you worried about?’ Wyatt patiently inquired through the mind-link.

‘Lorelei.’ I calmly responded through the mind-link.

Wyatt’s eyes softened, and his hand fell on my hair to stroke it gently. “Oswald isn’t rash.” He simply clarified with three words. Even though he didn't explain more, I knew Wyatt was telling me to trust him and explain everything in their presence.

I took a deep breath, nodded my head, and chose to trust Wyatt. I believed that Wyatt must have a reason to reply to me with such a reply. “Lorelei…” I began to explain the dream I had about Lorelei, excluding the one with my parents.

I know it’s silly of me to trust in a dream so much, but I can't help believing it. It’s too real.

“I should have expected it. I will strangle her.” As soon as I completed my explanation, Oswald's face fumed, and he clenched his fist with hatred swirling in his orbs.

My lips parted in bewilderment. I was caught off-guard by Oswald's reaction. Lorelei is his woman; even if he didn't love her or she was wrong, he shouldn't react so much like this, right? Moreover, I was just stating a dream; how can Oswald’s reaction be so excessive?

Wyatt's eyes were squinted in hatred, but still, his whole expression screamed calmness. He leaned back on the chair and languidly took a glance at Oswald. “You can’t be impatient. The plans will come to a ruin.”

Oswald's eyes squinted, his veins throbbed, and his jaw clenched. “So what? I can’t let her hurt Maia again.” He proclaimed.

Asher's eyes fell on mine enigmatically before switching to Oswald. “If everything is ruined, how can we protect Maia? And the pack?” He stated calmly in response.

Upon seeing the three speak up for me, I couldn't help recalling something. My face flushed, and my eyes turned moist. It must be a nonsense dream! Luckily, I didn’t let them know about it.

Wyatt’s hand suddenly landed on my chin, jolting me awake from my reverie. I calmly met Wyatt's gaze with my curious one.

“Are you hiding anything from me?” Wyatt eyed me from head to toe with curiosity.

“Hi. Hiding?” My eyes widened. “Not. Not. Hiding.” I quickly shake my head in denial. Wyatt squinted, and he stared at my eyes calmly, as if asking me to deny once more.

My cheeks flushed, and I quickly evaded Wyatt's calm gaze. I'm not willing to tell the truth, even if Wyatt knows I'm denying it.

Upon recalling something, I turned to Wyatt and inquired, “Is there something I should know?” I solemnly asked, talking about Oswald’s reaction, the plan they were talking about, and Lorelei.

Wyatt stood up immediately, and he extended his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “You and our baby’s safety are the paramount priority now, okay? I'll call the doctor.” Without waiting for my response, Wyatt strode out of the hospital ward.

Even without thinking, I knew Wyatt was trying to evade my question. I huffed and tucked myself under the blanket before shutting my eyes.