CHAPTER 42: Will It Be Our Ending?

Shantelle

I don't know how many minutes it has been since I slept. I just felt Gavin's gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Babe, wake up. You need to eat," he whispered.

When I opened my eyes, his face immediately opened up to me. He bent down and looked at me. He smiled gently, but I frowned. I would have slept well if he didn't wake me up.

Gavin walked away and picked up the tray on the table. He sat on the bed, so I sat as well. I leaned my head on the headboard.

I watched him as he blew the food into the spoon. If I only knew the truth, I might have fallen for him even more because of what he was doing.

"I already told you I have no appetite," I said annoyingly.

"Fine. You don't have an appetite, but does the baby in your stomach have no appetite either?" he irritatingly asked me. Gradually, his patience was running out.

I frowned. "It's just blood. The baby won't be hungry," I answered philosophically.

I noticed that Gavin's tears seemed to roll down his cheeks. He couldn't stop laugh