Chapter 76: Chapter 76

"You must consume a large amount of food in order to replenish your strength. Say aaaahhhh. " I scooped the porridge with a spoon and blew it to cool it down. I prepared it overnight specifically for him. I put on gloves and pretended to be chilly so he wouldn't see my burnt palms. I put it in his mouth while it was cold, and he didn't react and ate it. I felt ashamed since he was watching how I performed. I'm hoping he recovers so we can go back to his mansion, but Wayne says he can't go until his wound is totally healed. Wayne stated that Adonis was obstinate and that his injuries could have become worse that is the reason I agree that we will stay.

"I must constantly be ill, or perhaps have an accident," he added, his voice raspy, as I dropped the spoon I was holding because of what he said. We both looked at the spilled food on the spoon when the spoon rang on the floor. My fingers trembled, so I placed the bowl of porridge on the side table first, fearing that it might fall as well. I caught the flowing water when tears fell down my legs.

“Oh. I'm crying." I stopped and looked at him, unsure if tears were still dripping since I was numb and couldn't feel anything. When he lost consciousness, the terror I had hidden sprang to life. I'm not sure how easy he could say these things when I was praying for him to wake up. When I glanced at him, his eyes widened and he hugged me swiftly. I couldn't stop sobbing because of what he did. My heart seemed to be locked on what he was saying. I couldn't talk since the blockage in my throat prevented me from doing so.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was still scratchy, but I simply embraced him even harder. I didn't say anything because I knew if I did, my voice would shatter, which was what I feared. I don't want to display weakness because I want him to sap my strength. I just trembled, but he pulled away from me and caressed my face. He kissed me after bringing his face closer to mine. He continued to speak in between our kisses and felt bad for the tears I shed. "Hmm, is it because of what I said that you're crying?"

I sniffed and stopped sobbing, but I didn't say anything because I knew my voice would crack and I'd cry much more. I brushed away my tears and stroked my stomach, knowing that our baby must be upset as a result of my actions. Wayne hadn't told Adonis I was pregnant since Wayne had been busy after I saw him carrying Wendy, I hadn't seen Wendy, and she hadn't even come here.

"Sorry," I said as I gathered my composure and no tears streamed from my eyes. He just sits there staring at me as I keep touching my tummy because it hurts. I'm still not sure how to tell Adonis, and even though I know he won't reject our child, it's still different when I reveal the truth. I imagine him to respond differently, therefore I try to avoid alerting him first as much as possible. I'm still seeking for the proper opportunity, therefore I don't have any regrets. He  couldn't eat his food any longer because of my wailing.

I'm not sure why I'm sorry. Perhaps it was because I was bawling, or it might have been because he didn't finish his food because it was my fault. What I don't like about my pregnancy is that when I make a few mistakes, it is a huge issue, therefore I classify myself as a sensitive person even though my life doesn't reflect my attitude. I honestly want the baby to come out faster because I can't stand the mood swings when I'm unwell in the morning. It seemed as though my soul was distancing itself from me. He simply observes as I rub my belly with the palms of my gloves.

"Does your stomach hurt?" he questioned, as my hand froze and flinched in response to his query. Even though the room is air conditioned, my sweat appears to be condensing wherein his brows meet. Is it okay if I tell him the truth? Is this the appropriate time? I calmly peered into his emerald eyes. I was horrified by his inability to take his gaze away from me. I have nothing to be afraid of, yet it seems like someone is telling me that now is not the time.

When the door opened, we both looked at it, and I stood up when I saw his uncle, who was in a wheelchair and gazing directly at the two of us. Wendy was his guard when I first saw him and now she has been replaced with the person behind Adonis' uncle. I think it is his bodyguard. I bowed because his uncle was still glaring at me, but Adonis' hand curled around my waist and drew me closer to him. I was still standing, but I was hunched over because I didn't want to meet his uncle's stare. If I'm not incorrect, his uncle's name was Hernan.

"You didn't actually listen to what I said, even though I advised you to keep away from that girl!" The man pointed at me, but I disregarded him and shrugged, knowing that I was the only one who would damage myself. I remember how his uncle used to look, but now I don't want him to mark me with what he speaks since his words still seep into me as a reminder that Adonis and I aren't meant to be.

"I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING ELSE IN THE COMPANY JUST FOR THAT WOMAN AGAIN!"

It was because of what he had just said that I looked up at him.