Chapter 17
The night was spent without a wink of sleep.
No matter how much I turned or tossed or wrapped myself tighter in the warm fur trying to understand Damien’s selfless sacrifice for me I could not do it.
My pregnant body was exhausted and yet my mind remained painfully alert as to how the heir of such a great buisness empire was on his death bed all because of me but all I did was cling to another man and wrong Damien.
Soon I slipped out of bed.
The hallway was dimly lit as I walked through the windy pathways before standing infront of Damien’s room knocking gently.
It was barely a second before the door opened.
Damien sitting on his wheelchair, his robe loosely tied and hair slightly tousled indicating that he was sitting by the window and not sleeping.
I wondered if he ever slept well seeing the dark circles under his eyes.
As soon as he saw me his eyes filled with worry.
“Lavina, is there any issue. Is it too cold-”
“No…I… I can’t sleep.” I whispered making his eyes searched mine, confused but gentle. He stepped aside without asking further questions thinking that I wanted to talk to him.
I walked in inhaling the familiar scent of lavender, the scent I loved and my blanked trailed behind me making Damien freeze for a second.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. I just..” I hesitated before finally gathering the courage to speak the words. “Can you… hold me for a while?”
Damien froze instantly as I blushed hard.
Moments passed and yet he did not speak at all, he was neitehr cold or hesitant just plainly
stunned.
He just wheeled to the bed and sat himself down as I rushed to support him before climbing in. And as he wrapped one strong, slightly trembling arm around me, I buried my face in his chest, tears that I was holding back for so long finally escaping my eyes.
We didn’t talk. We didn’t move.
And for the first time in months… Damien slept peacefully, his arm clutched around me.
rose early, quietly.
The house was still. I made my way to the kitchen, rolled up my sleeves, and prepared his favorite breakfast–soft scrambled eggs, rosemary toast, and a cup of chamomile tea.
By the time I returned, Damien was dressed and reading by the window. But the moment he saw the tray in my hand, his expression shifted from serenity to sharp, blazing fury.
“Who let you cook?” His voice was sharp. “Chef! In my office-”
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“Damien, stop,” I said gently.
His eyes snapped back to me.
“I wanted to. It calms me. I’m not made of glass.”
He looked at my hands, his eyes on the old burn mark I hid under my sleeves.
“Alexander once said I should learn to cook. I did. And burned myself more times than I can
count. He never noticed.”
Damien’s face darkened.
“But you..how come you notice everything, even when I made a single cup of tea and some eggs you still fuss over me like this…if I agree to marry you wouldn’t you spoil me rotten?” I asked
with a soft smile.
He looked at me, his eyes shining.
“What did you say?“The anger from earlier melting completely.
“I am saying Mr.Stone that when I fix our marriage date I want you to be healthy and by my side. If you leave me then I and this baby will lose everything so you need to stay strong. I can’t rest if
I feel unprotected. I need you. I need you by my side so you must live a long healthy life.
No matter what happens you must be well.”
After that day something changed between us.
Every morning, I brought him tea, sometimes with his favorite cake that we ate together.
We read by the fireplace together, often without saying a word but our silences improved his health day by day.
When he had meetings I sat beside him discussing strategies.
At night we slept together and sometime when I was plagued by nightmares, he would turn on the lights and walk me to the garden.
When I caught him secretly placing extra pillows behind my back during dinner to make it comfortable for the baby and couldn’t help but laugh.
took care of his medications and made sure the windows stayed shut when it rained the upcoming days because he hated the cold and it especially pained him in his bones but with each passing day his body showed signs of improvement..
Miss Lavina! It’s a miracle, master’s appetite has returned to normal and he is sleeping better. Today he even walked a few steps. If this continues there are chances that he will fully recover.”
The doctor said making me smile.
Damien was my hope just like my baby and I will correct my wrongdoings.
2:37 pm
Chapter 18
