登入Nearly two hours had passed since I had sat frozen beside the ward, waiting for Samuel to wake. Yet my husband remained utterly still in his silence, both eyelids sealed shut. Amid the quiet of the ICU — broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor — a profound, overwhelming fear crept back into me, gripping my chest until I could scarcely breathe.
What if Samuel's condition mirrored mine from before? What if... what if Samuel were to be declared comatose?
<POV EmeliaI couldn't hide the smile that kept blooming on my face from the moment I stepped inside this luxurious shopping mall. Honestly, I had longed for this moment for such a long time — the chance to browse and shop leisurely with Mama — a childhood memory I never once had the privilege of tasting. I wanted to reclaim every piece of time we had spent apart. Buying matching outfits, hunting for the same handbags, and laughing freely the way a mother and daughter were always supposed to.Every now and then, I glanced over my shoulder and stifled a quiet laugh at the sight of Samuel walking at a steady pace several feet behind us. Look at him — my husband looked exactly like a personal bodyguard. Dressed in a crisp black formal suit, matching trousers, and his face half-concealed behind a black medical mask, his
"I heard your car was ambushed yesterday, Samuel?" Papa Lucas asked, the questions coming one after another. He had made a point of coming to the mansion the moment the whispers reached him through the security network.I gave a slow nod, keeping my expression as composed as possible — I had no desire to trigger unnecessary panic. "They were just ordinary civilians who happened to have been drinking heavily since the night before, Papa. But I'm not taking the initial report at face value," I answered, calm but firm.Papa Lucas nodded slowly, the creases of worry etched plainly across his brow. "Right, never take anything at face value. We need to be especially vigilant now. If at all possible, don't allow Emelia to leave the house for the time being. Papa is simply afraid that old enemies may have caught wind of her pregnancy.
I fixed my subordinates with a flat stare. It was difficult to believe what they were reporting — that the incident just now had been purely the doing of two drunken men driving recklessly at full speed.Damn it. They had nearly gotten my wife killed, careening wildly behind the wheel under the influence of alcohol — or perhaps even illegal substances."Don't let them go so easily. I have a feeling those bastards were only being used as bait," I said coldly, because the whole thing felt far too convenient. Besides, what kind of lunatic drives a car while blackout drunk?"Understood, Sir. We will carry it out," answered my subordinate on the other end of the line before cutting the call.I exhaled a long,
My eyelids parted slowly as a thread of soothing aromatherapy pierced my senses. The first thing my returning consciousness registered was Emelia's beautiful face, her eyes fixed on mine with a shimmer of anxious worry. Without a moment's hesitation, I pushed myself upright from where I lay and gathered her slight, delicate frame tightly into my arms. I buried my face deep in the hollow of my wife's neck, drawing in the natural scent of her skin — a fragrance that never once failed to quiet the storm raging through my nerves.Because I knew, with absolute certainty, that no medicine in this world could deliver me from the torment of this sympathetic pregnancy. Only Emelia. Only the intoxicating perfume of her body could dissolve my nausea in an instant, like a remedy conjured from something far beyond science.I sank deeper sti
With a body that felt remarkably healthier and more vigorous, I led Emelia out of the bedroom. My little wife looked wonderfully refreshed as well, a radiant glow of happiness shining clearly from her beautiful face as we walked side by side toward the family dining room.There, our parents had already gathered and were seated, waiting for our arrival. I could see unmistakable pride etched deeply into their expressions. However, my attention was immediately and entirely drawn to the several dishes laid out across the long dining table.Every variety of morning-sickness-prevention food had been arranged with meticulous perfection — from sliced fresh fruits, warm milk specially formulated for expectant mothers, whole-grain bread, to appetizing low-fat roasted meat.
POV SamuelI stood frozen for several seconds, trying to process Emelia's most unusual request. How could she, on this very morning, with that innocent face of hers, whine about wanting to treat my manhood as though it were an ice cream cone?At first, a wave of strong hesitation washed over me — I was worried about her condition, being in the early stages of pregnancy. But the moment I reminded myself that this was driven by the hormones of our unborn child, I finally surrendered. I loosened the firm grip of my hand and allowed my little wife to begin freeing my precious length from the confines of my trousers.It started as nothing more than the faintest, most tentative brush of her fingers. But slowly, steadily, Emelia began to wrap her hand around it with gro
After straightening my clothes and helping Samuel back into his hospital gown, I walked briskly toward the door. With my heart still hammering in my chest, I turned the lock. The moment the door swung open even a few inches, it was shoved roughly from the outside.In strode P
The moment the click of the door lock echoed, the VVIP room suddenly fell deathly quiet, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing. I turned around slowly, fixing my gaze on Samuel, who was still staring at me with his piercing, hawk-like eyes—a longing gaze that never failed to make m
"That's enough, sweetheart," Samuel said softly.I immediately stopped what I was doing. I looked at the bowl Samuel had just set aside — its contents barely touched, only a few spoonfuls eaten. I didn't know the exact recipe, only that it was a special porridge made by
"How could he have been shot?! Wasn't he wearing a bulletproof vest, huh?!" Papa Arturo roared furiously. His thunderous voice was flooded with sheer panic as he saw me still clutching Samuel's unconscious body tightly in my arms.Papa Arturo immediately dropped to his knees beside me, che







