5

Evelyn's POV 

I stared at Sebastian for a second without moving. The rain was pouring down hard on the empty road at night. The black Rolls-Royce was parked next to me and it looked kind of surreal. Sebastian Sinclair was sitting in the seat looking calm as always. His black suit was perfect and his face was cold. His sharp eyes were looking at me in a way that I could not understand.

"Get in," he said again in a voice.

I shook my head slowly. "No need I can go home by myself."

Sebastian's eyes looked at my body quickly. My black dress was stuck to my skin because of the rain and my hands were shaking from the cold.

"You'll get sick."  

"I'm fine."

"You're lying," he said quickly and calmly, which made me stop talking. I bit my lip softly. This man could always see through me more than Damien ever could.

The driver got out. I opened an umbrella then walked towards me. "Miss Evelyn, please get in. Mr. Sebastian doesn't like to repeat himself."

I almost said no again. The cold wind was making my head feel heavy. Honestly I was too tired to keep being stubborn.

In the end I got into the car.

The inside of the Rolls-Royce was warm and quiet which was really different from the storm outside. Soon as the door closed I could smell Sebastian's scent.

I sat as far away from Sebastian as possible.

"Should we go to the Sinclair mansion?" the driver asked.

"No." 

I didn't want to go there.

Sebastian looked at me briefly. "Where?"

I didn't say anything.

That simple question made my chest feel empty.

Where was I supposed to go?

I didn't even know where my home was anymore.

My old apartment was sold after I married Damien and the Sinclair mansion was no longer a place I wanted to stay.

"I," my voice was weak. "I don't know yet."

Sebastian's face changed a little. His eyes looked deeper now.

Then he spoke to the driver. "Take us to the Riverside Residence."

I turned to him. "You don't have to trouble yourself-"

Sebastian just said, "You have a fever."

I was confused. "What?"

Sebastian let out a sigh like he was losing patience. Then he touched my forehead with his hand.

I froze.

His hand was cold compared to my skin. "You're burning up."  

I leaned back a little. "Sorry."

Sebastian took his hand away. The atmosphere in the car felt strange.

My heart was beating a little faster.

Maybe it was because no man had been this close to me in the three years I was married to Damien.

I turned my face towards the window.

My vision was getting blurry. My head felt heavy. My body was shaking.

The last thing I remembered was Sebastian's voice calling my name.

When I opened my eyes I could smell medicine.

I blinked slowly a time before I realized I was in a hospital room.

My head felt heavy. My throat was dry.

I tried to sit up but a voice stopped me.

"Don't move yet."  

I froze.

Damien was sitting beside my bed looking tired. His shirt was wrinkled and his hair was messy. He had dark circles under his eyes.

For a moment I just stared at him silently.

"I'm in the hospital?"  

"You fainted because of a fever, " Damien said, standing up to help me. "The doctor said you were too exhausted."

I tensed when he touched me.

Damien acted like he didn't notice. He poured water into a glass. Handed it to me.

"Drink."  

I hesitated for a second before taking the glass.

Damien watched me for a time. "I was looking for you tonight."  

I looked down at the water. "Really?"

The room was silent for a moment.

"I went back to the mansion and they said you left alone." Damien said, his voice low. "Why didn't you call me?"

I almost laughed.

This man was unbelievable.

He cheated on me and left me alone at the party. Now he was asking why I didn't call him?

"Because I didn't want to see you."  

Damien's face tightened for a moment. He still sat beside my bed.

"I know you hate me now."  

I looked at him coldly. "Then stop acting like you care."

"I do care," he said quickly.

The sad part of me still reacted to him.

Because this was the Damien I used to love.

The man who would stay up all night to take care of me when I was sick.

Seeing him beside my bed made my resolve waver for a moment.

Maybe because part of me still hoped all of this was a nightmare.

Damien gently brushed my hair back. I wanted to avoid him. My body was too weak.

"I'll fix everything," he whispered softly.

My chest hurt.

The person I hated most at that moment wasn't Damien.

It was myself.

Because after being hurt like this I was still hurting because I loved him.

A hour later Damien left to talk to the doctor.

I decided to walk out of the room because my head was feeling a little better.

The hospital hallway was quiet that night. I walked slowly wrapping the cardigan around myself.

When I passed one of the corridors I stopped.

At the end of the hallway Damien was standing in front of the OB-GYN department.

My body froze.

A woman walked out of the room holding ultrasound results in her hand.

She was wearing a hat and a mask. I recognized her immediately.

The woman, from the hotel.

Damiens mistress.

What made my body feel cold was the way Damien was holding her waist.

Very carefully.

As if he was afraid something might happen to the baby she was carrying.

I stared at the ultrasound results in her hand. My breathing started trembling.

Then the doctor's voice could be heard faintly behind them.

"Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair. The baby is very healthy.”