Yanna stayed at the hospital because of the sprain. It is not that serious of an injury, but she feels like she'll lose her ability to walk if she simply goes home that very day. On that note, Noah admitted her to the VIP room, just beside Averill, without her knowledge. He needs to check on her and his child from time to time. He hates the idea of looking after Averill, but he can't risk the chance of losing the child she is carrying. Yanna was laughing heartily when Noah arrived from next door. His expression did not change much, even at the sight of the woman he loved. He lets himself on the same bed as Yanna and lies down beside her while the latter is watching her favorite television show. She looked at Noah for a second before going back to the show. It's a hilarious comedy show that she always watches to pass the time. She has been watching it since they were kids, and it never gets old for her. Noah's head starts to hurt because of the loud television, and eventually reach

Averill was stunned, her pupils dilating as she tasted a bittersweet in her mouth when Noah's tongue forced its way into it. Noah's not in his right mind. He's too drunk at the moment, and Averill knows this is another mistake. She knew, but she could not stop him. Noah's hands snaked around her waist and lifted her, pinning her to the wall. He continues kissing Averill, not stopping even a second. His hands hold her tight and carry her to the bed, gently throwing her as if he's aware that she's pregnant and in a delicate state. "I am Averill, Noah. Not Yanna. Stop this before you regret it," she pleads between their kisses, but Noah does not stop. His obsidian eyes stare at her, and no sign of uncertainty is written on them. "Noah, ugh," Averill moans as Noah kisses her neck, sucking it, biting her arm, and gently holding both her hands to the side. 'No, this is wrong, Averill. But... how could it be wrong when we're married? Nah, you're deceiving yourself, Avi. He'll surely get

Yanna takes another pasta into her mouth and nods in assurance. "It really tastes the same! This sure tastes better since I'm certain that you ordered it from a restaurant, but Averill's cooking is similar," Noah stares at her, thinking about what to reply. "I didn't know Averill cooks quite well," "She sure does! I was inspired by her when we were in high school and even opened a restaurant because of that!" "Why did she not open a restaurant, though?" Noah asks. "Well, she pursued a different path after she graduated. She never really talked with me much after we got together. Ahh, right. You only saw her again after your therapy in the States, right? She never came with me when I invited her," she pouts and takes a sip from her glass. Noah did not comment on that. He knew Yanna after she approached him in America. He moved there with his family after the kidnapping incident, and he was under various therapy because of the trauma he got. Yanna approached her, and he felt a fami

Noah did not sleep that night. He stayed beside Averill the whole time. He was in deep thought that he could not even notice his phone that had been ringing until the battery died down. He is anxious. He does not know what to do. Whenever he looks at Averill, he feels confused and guilty. He thinks he played a considerable part in the current situation. This is something he brought to himself. And he knew that. If he listened to Averill, if he did not think everything was acting, if only he tried trusting her... maybe... just maybe... It would've not resulted in this point. He holds her hands. It's cold and thin and weak... 'You're strong. Why are you lying in bed like that? How could I hate you then? How could I blame you for not taking care of yourself? How, Averill? How?' he kisses the back of her hand. He hates her. He loathes her existence. Everything was perfect in his life until she came. If it wasn't for her— he would've been married to Yanna. If it wasn't for her, he woul

Averill stayed in the hospital for two more days and was discharged earlier this morning. Noah... to her surprise, was there beside her until they got to their mansion. She's not used to how Noah acts right now, but she tries to understand that he's doing it for the child. 'Do not dream about your fantasies, Averill. Do not fantasize about having him fall for you. Just focus on your child right now. Focus on nurturing him and giving him everything for the next two weeks,' "Are you okay?" Noah asks her when he sees her frown. She immediately nods. It's not like she does not have a headache the whole time. It's just that something pricked her head, and it was really painful at that moment. Still, Averill is holding up really well. She needs to get monitored, so Noah hires two nurses to help Averill. There's also a doctor on standby just in case anything happens to her. "You have work, right? You should go now. Karl has been giving you the glares since we're at the hospital," Averill