Chapter two

I jump up in shock and cling to a nearby window blind for protection.

I thought they said he’s in a coma; why is he suddenly wide awake?

In panic, I observed my supposed husband on the bed; although he was wide awake, he still had the cold expression he had while in a coma.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and I rushed to open the door, eager to have another person in the room besides my vegetative husband.

“I think the young master is awake; he has opened his eyes.”

The young maid gave me a disdainful look before answering me, “You shouldn’t be playing around here; this is not some fun park for kids.”

"But I wasn’t playing around; I just saw him open his eyes before your knock came.”

“Take care of the young master and stop being so jumpy.”

The maid was about to leave when I suddenly drew her back. “Please, can I get another place to sleep in? I don’t think I can sleep in here.”

“If you want the young master’s family to demand their money back, you can go ahead.”

What money is she talking about?

The nanny saw the shock on my face and eyed me sternly. “I guess you’re not aware that your family sold you to the young master for a very huge sum.”

"Like I said, you are no different from a maid in this house. The only difference is that you’re solely here for the young master’s needs.”

My eyes were suddenly teary. I knew that my parents were capable of a lot of things, but I never dreamed that they could stoop so low to sell me out.

That night, she made up her mind to be happy regardless of everything that was coming. After washing up, she laid beside her unconscious husband, but sleep was not coming.

She has always imagined her wedding night to be a very memorable one, but here she is in bed with a lifeless man who might never see what she looks like till he dies.

She tossed and turned in frustration, wondering why sleep was not coming.

Finally, she drifted into a restless sleep and found herself engulfed in very strange dreams.

When she woke up, her body was sore, and she felt aches all over her body.

She suddenly hears a knock on the door. The woman at the door was older than the one from last night, and she appeared more composed too.

She gave her an impatient glare. “Are you still sleeping by this time?”

"I didn’t know I was supposed to wake up earlier," she stuttered.

“Hurry up; the rest of the family are waiting for you downstairs to serve them their breakfast.”

On hearing this, she became shocked. The maid of last night had said that she was contracted for the young master’s needs alone; why then are they demanding to be served by her?

She quickly wiped her brows and stood up to adjust her nightdress.

Downstairs, her eyes caught the wavering eyes of Benjamin's family members.

They were all seated around the dining table and immediately glanced towards the staircase when they heard her footsteps.

The older maid was kind enough to have brewed the tea. She only needed to serve it to them. She walked carefully towards the table and greeted them politely, careful not to make eye contact with any of them.

They drank their tea in silence and only looked at her when she asked to take her leave.

“You’re now part of the family and should be here with us.” 

I smiled weakly at him. I could tell he was Benjamin’s father. He looked exactly like him, but older.

After speaking, he motioned for her to sit in an empty seat directly opposite his own seat.

She smiled weakly and sat down quietly, careful not to offend the others who glared at her like some sort of outcast.

“Jane, I would want you to always be by Benjamin’s side. I would appreciate it if you took really good care of him.”

She nodded in response. His smile was contagious, and it had the ability to melt the toughest of hearts.

He put down his teacup and said, “I will make sure that nobody treats you unfairly in this family. When Benjamin wakes up, you both should be ready to give me a grandson.”

What is he saying? Didn’t they say that he only has a few months to live? When will he wake up to have a child with me?

Why does he seem so confident about his recovery?

“Mrs. Joan will explain Benjamin’s daily routine to you; make sure to adhere to it."

After breakfast, she was led to the master’s bedroom by Mrs. Joan.

“You will have to rest now. I need to tidy up the house, and I will be back to direct you on what to do.”

She heaved a sigh of relief as Mrs. Joan closed the door behind her exiting figure.

Suddenly, there was a whimpering sound from the bed, and she turned and saw him lift his hand a little.

As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into the approaching figure of Mrs. Joan.

“Madam, where are you going? You were meant to stay here till I return.”

“I think the young master is awake; he moved his hand just now!”

The woman ignored her and went to the bed to examine the person sleeping on the bed.

"Here's the young master’s to-do list.”

Jane picked up the file and grinned at how much work a man in bed who was unconscious needed.

She had to wash him up and change his clothes early in the morning; every one of the duties was arranged in order of their performance.

“Am I supposed to bathe him by myself?”

“Of course, it’s one of your duties as his wife.”

She had never seen a naked man’s body, and suddenly her cheeks flushed at the thought of seeing Benjamin’s.

Although he was sick, Benjamin had a breathtaking figure; she could tell he was handsome when she mistakenly leaned into him the night before.

“He’s indeed handsome; it’s a pity I would be able to stealthily touch him, but he won’t be able to do the same.”