Chapter 43

HARDY’s

POV

Joanne’s face morphs from an intense state of loss to horror the moment she sees me standing by her door.

I watched her slowly pull the blanket above her body and clutch it tighter.

What is she supposed to mean by that?

“Joanne McCain, are you trying to starve and kill my child?”

She slowly started to sit up while I took a massive stride towards her bed.

She looked away, and I caught her rolling her eyes.

Typical Joanne.

“I’m not hungry,” she says, shaking her head.

“Like I give a fuck,” I deadpanned and caught as she engulfed hard.

"Well, it’s my body, and I’m not eating,” she said, shaking her head.

Stubborn as always.

“Trust me. You do not want me to force food down your throat. Do you?” I glowered at her.

I almost saw a glimpse of fear across her face, but she tossed it immediately and replaced it with anger.

“I hope, while forcing the food down my throat, you clog my throat and kill me instead.” Her voice was almost quiet, but that was the most wicked thing I’ve hear