Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

My sweat kept soaking through my clothes, but I savored it.It reminded me of the past—let’s just pretend I’m back there now.A time more peaceful than this life. Where my exhaustion was only physical, and my only desire was to get out of Eliana’s house.No fear of dying, no fear of carrying burdens, and no need to love Amon.No love. No hope. No pressure. The only thing I worried about back then was my mother being unhappy with her husband.I’m back in that time now. Just enjoy it, Wisa.I folded the two papers in my hands, shoved them into my pocket, and sat back in the chair. I spun it around, letting the air hit my skin so I wouldn't feel as stifled, trying to stave off the dehydration.When I hit my breaking point later, I’d be able to sleep like a log, just waiting for the door to open. Waiting for my burden of love to come find me.I kept spinning, enjoying a life that refused to stop tormenting me.If the world isn’t going to give me anything else and expects me to just live

My eyes were still closed, still very sleepy. It felt so heavy to open my eyes. Even so, I could still feel the soft and warm touch of Amon's hand stroking my head. His lips kissed my eyes. A second later, they kissed my lips. I couldn't manage to open my eyes, but I still forced them open. Amon smiled softly. He was already wearing a neat suit. He was putting on his wristwatch while standing beside me as I was still lying flat on my back on the bed. We spent the night at William's house. “Good morning, My Wife,” Amon leaned down, his hand slipping beneath my neck, lifting it slightly. His mouth met both of my lips, chewing on them softly. I closed my eyes. Letting Amon sip on my lips until a knock on the door was heard; only then did Amon stop. He kissed my cheek before stepping toward the door. My hand spontaneously moved to my stomach. A second later, to my chest. Beating fast. My heart exploded with happiness. So happy, it felt like I wanted to live

“Ugh,” I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand.Nausea pierced my stomach all the way up to my throat. “Ugh,” the urge to vomit happened again.My other hand instinctively moved to my stomach.“Are you really pregnant?” Rayhan asked, gripping both of my arms.“I’m hungry,” I answered, my hand dropping from my mouth. My glazed eyes stared at Rayhan. “So hungry.”My body felt weak.My head rested against his chest.“Are you sure you’re hungry?” he asked, his voice slightly panicked.His arms wrapped around me, stroking my back.“Yeah,” I answered faintly.Rayhan’s hand hurriedly slipped between both of my thighs, lifting my body up again with both hands.Walking toward the bed, he placed me gently on top of it.One of his hands stroked my stomach softly. The other hand wiped the dried wine off my face.“I’ll have a servant prepare breakfast for you. Wait here,” he said.I closed my eyes, nodding slowly.Rayhan kissed my cheek again.Damn it…No wonder he could be friends with Amon.

The delicious aroma of soup pierced my nose, making my stomach rumble.Starving.Yet my stomach still hurt.I slowly opened my eyes. Looked to the side.My breathing was still tight, so I drew in a breath slowly, letting it out easily.Rayhan's back came into view.He was standing, facing the glass door with its curtains pulled back, gazing out at the room's balcony.I sat up. My hand reached for the soup on the nightstand, sipping the broth.Warm.Soothing my stomach.Reaching for a piece of carrot.Then the chicken chunks and broccoli.Damn, it was so good. Good grief.My spoon clinked softly against the bowl.Rayhan turned around."You're still here?" I asked without looking his way.I took another sip of the broth. My eyes shut on their own.The stinging in my throat slowly faded away."Of course I'm still here. You're going to be the Belegious lady, after all. If I, your prospective husband, don't look after you, who else do you reckon is fit to do it?"Rayhan was still standing

My hands were shaking.My chest was tight.My heart was racing.My knees had finally gone back to normal, but the moment Amon walked into the house, they started shaking again.“At least…” Cassie’s voice was faint, she slowly sat down, her face wincing, holding back the pain. Her hand wiped the blood on her nose.Blanke bent down, reaching for the knife nearby. The knife Cassie was holding earlier to hurt me. “At least… choose a better woman than me, Amon. Not her,”Cassie slowly stood up. Her hand pointed toward me, standing midway up the stairs, behind her.“I was there before you got sick. I was by your side, I was your classmate. I’d spent much more time with you than her…”Cassie walked closer to Amon, her head bowed. Her tears fell to the floor. “I deserve to be by your side way more than her, Amon,” her voice was faint, desperate.Amon ignored her.Not the slightest reaction was on his face.His eyes were locked only on me, gentle.His smile was warm.But me…I felt scared.Amo