Averill's POV I did not sleep that day. After learning about Allen's accident, I threw away all my medals and locked myself inside my room. I heard he was still fighting in the hospital right now, but I could not get myself to go there and root for him. It's my fault. He died because of me. I know he hates me now. He won't want me to be there with him. Allen must be mad at me right now. I hate myself too. If only I did not ask him to come, he would not drive that fast and gotten himself in an accident. It is all because of my selfishness. Because I tried asking for something I should not have. I should have been happy going by myself. I was used to that, so why did I ask him? He got into that fucking accident because of me. All because of his selfish sister, whom he loves. I slumped to the floor and covered my ears. I don't want to hear the raging thunderstorm outside. It's like telling me to go on and hate myself more because someone is suffering because of what I did. Becau
Yanna takes another pasta into her mouth and nods in assurance. "It really tastes the same! This sure tastes better since I'm certain that you ordered it from a restaurant, but Averill's cooking is similar," Noah stares at her, thinking about what to reply. "I didn't know Averill cooks quite well," "She sure does! I was inspired by her when we were in high school and even opened a restaurant because of that!" "Why did she not open a restaurant, though?" Noah asks. "Well, she pursued a different path after she graduated. She never really talked with me much after we got together. Ahh, right. You only saw her again after your therapy in the States, right? She never came with me when I invited her," she pouts and takes a sip from her glass. Noah did not comment on that. He knew Yanna after she approached him in America. He moved there with his family after the kidnapping incident, and he was under various therapy because of the trauma he got. Yanna approached her, and he felt a fami
"Are you really going to keep on telling me this nonsense? Come on, it has been a week now. Tell Averill to stop her little play! It's not even funny. I'm on a business trip right now, and I'd be putting my phone in airplane mode. Stop this bullshist," Noah ends the call and throws his phone onto the seat beside him. Karl looks back at him, asking with his eyes. "Another call from the mansion," Noah closes his eyes. "Maybe it's really something serious, Sir Noah. Why don't you try visiting her after this trip?" Karl is really concerned. He does not know Averill personally, but the woman is not really the type to lie about such things, especially when it concerns the baby. Karl knows something was really up when he delivered some cravings for her yesterday because Noah did not care about it. As his secretary, he was tasked to do it instead while Noah indulged himself with work. Noah is not the type to accept business trips, but to Karl's surprise, he agrees to go to three of them, a
Noah did not sleep that night. He stayed beside Averill the whole time. He was in deep thought that he could not even notice his phone that had been ringing until the battery died down. He is anxious. He does not know what to do. Whenever he looks at Averill, he feels confused and guilty. He thinks he played a considerable part in the current situation. This is something he brought to himself. And he knew that. If he listened to Averill, if he did not think everything was acting, if only he tried trusting her... maybe... just maybe... It would've not resulted in this point. He holds her hands. It's cold and thin and weak... 'You're strong. Why are you lying in bed like that? How could I hate you then? How could I blame you for not taking care of yourself? How, Averill? How?' he kisses the back of her hand. He hates her. He loathes her existence. Everything was perfect in his life until she came. If it wasn't for her— he would've been married to Yanna. If it wasn't for her, he woul
"What did you just say?" Averill cannot believe what she is hearing. Her ears must have become dull after visiting the hospital quite a lot of times now. "Why did you not tell me?" Noah's eyes soften. He sits on the chair beside her bed and looks at her. Averill simply did the same. She knows what he's talking about, and she... she was gonna tell him. It was just that he did not let her do so. Her chances did not come at the right moment, and she was not able to inform him. Noah sighs sharply. He waits for her answer, but now she's keeping silent. 'What? Was it intentional? Does she know that the baby could be in danger? Does she want to leave the baby to die? Is this another part of her acts? What is it, Averill?' he wants to bombard her with questions and reprimand her for her negligence, but— 'I'm at fault too. You're at fault too, Noah. Think calmly,' "Noah, are you out of your fucking mind?" Averill stares at Noah helplessly. She sits up, and Noah immediately runs to her side
Averill stayed in the hospital for two more days and was discharged earlier this morning. Noah... to her surprise, was there beside her until they got to their mansion. She's not used to how Noah acts right now, but she tries to understand that he's doing it for the child. 'Do not dream about your fantasies, Averill. Do not fantasize about having him fall for you. Just focus on your child right now. Focus on nurturing him and giving him everything for the next two weeks,' "Are you okay?" Noah asks her when he sees her frown. She immediately nods. It's not like she does not have a headache the whole time. It's just that something pricked her head, and it was really painful at that moment. Still, Averill is holding up really well. She needs to get monitored, so Noah hires two nurses to help Averill. There's also a doctor on standby just in case anything happens to her. "You have work, right? You should go now. Karl has been giving you the glares since we're at the hospital," Averill
"Hello? Hello? What happened? Kieffer?" Noah pulls the phone from his ear, the call is already dropped, and the last thing he hears is truly concerning. He stares at his phone and curses under his nose. His forehead forms sweat, and his hands are trembling from nervousness. "What's the matter, Noah?" Yanna holds his arm, pleading with him to tell her the situation because his face looks constipated after the call. Noah does not hear her. He cannot listen to her. His head is full of what-ifs and concerns for Averill and his son, Damien. He should not have left them alone. Noah should have stayed with them, with Averill. She's already suffering enough, and Noah... he promised to stay with her, to support her throughout this hell but look at where he is now... enjoying himself eating and leisurely going places with Yanna. "Noah? Noah? Hey!" Yanna shouts. Noah looks at her. Yanna is reaching her hand to his hand on the table. He pulls it away and stands up, perturbed. "What? You did
The doctors are now breathing in relief though they are still anxious about the baby. At least, for them, the baby survived the worst. If they're any second late, he... Damien could have had already said goodbye to his parents, who just met him. Noah is holding Averill while she desperately stands behind the glass wall to look at Damien, who's inside an incubator with a lot of tubes attached to him. The baby she thought was healthy looks really fragile to her right now. It drains all her energy, and she almost falls to the ground if not for Noah, who's supporting her. "You need to rest, Averill. I will talk to the doctors," "No, we will talk to them. This is my son we're talking about, Noah," she weakly argues to him. Noah assists her to the wheelchair and kneels in front of her. "Hey, I... I want you to know that it's not your fault," he tells her. Averill freezes in her spot. She could not remove her eyes from his obsidian pair of sad eyes. Averill does not respond and simply lo