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“I will try, but you’ll end up disappointed.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked, running the tips of his fingers over my bandaged feet.
“What do you think?” I kicked his hand away.
“I brought your prescription.”
“How thoughtful of you,” I said.
“I’m sorry it had to be you and sorry it turned out this way.” He gave me a bottle of water and the small pills.
“What were you expecting to happen? For a baby bump to suddenly appear and for me to proclaim my love for you?” I mumbled and took a sip.
He stood up, heading for the door. He picked up the phone I had thrown away on his way out.
“Don’t worry; I will give it to charity,” I said quickly.
He shook his head before throwing the new phone on the bed.
“Tristan,” I called, sitting upright.
“Yeah?”
“Two weeks. If you don’t fix this after two weeks, I will bring this beautiful house of yours down, and I will haunt you day and night while you rot in jail,” I threatened.
“Okay,” he said, walking out of the room.
“Jerk,” I mumbled, looking at my surroundings properly.
The view outside the ground-to-ceiling glass was spectacular. The pool glowed in the dark under the moon, and there was a beautiful garden a few feet from the pool. If only I could move. At least not everything was built in glass. There was a shiny wooden block joining some parts of the building for aesthetics, I assumed.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Morris walked in with his fingers folded together, and as usual, his white gloves were still on.
“Good evening, Miss Simpson. How are you feeling?”
I still couldn’t place his accent.
“Please call me Chloe.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t, Miss Simpson.”
“Whatever. Do you need something?” I groaned in frustration.
“Mr. Sanchester sent me to get you for dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
My stomach decided to betray me by grumbling. I forced a smile and nodded. He moved closer to carry me.
“No, I’m good.”
There was no way I was allowing the old guy to carry me. I was worried about his age and health. He looked fragile, and I was not going to take the risk.
“Tell Tristan I want him to carry me to the dining room, not you.”
