A Deal With the Arrogant Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

The duo got to the hospital half an hour later and was directed to a private ward where Eleanor was admitted. A doctor and two nurses were attending to her at the bedside when they pushed open the door and got in."How is she, Doc?" Cara inquired, a bit nervous. She tilted her head to have a better look at their friend was lying on the bed with closed eyes. She looked pale."What's your relationship with her?" The doctor turned and scrutinized the duo before asking."We are good friends. One of us- Angelina, the lady who brought her here, knows about our coming. She'd come anytime soon." Cara answered."She's needs a lot of rest. You can just stay quietly at her side before leaving. Due to the excessive bleeding, she lost a lot of blood before she was brought here." The doctor explained and turned back to continue checking Eleanor's vital symptoms.After a few minutes, he left with the nurses, giving the ladies privacy.Yara stood beside Eleanor. She suddenly felt her heay squeeze an

"You have a scary smile. " Grayson pointed out as he stared at her. He couldn't remember ever seeing such a smile on her face. It was pretty but scary at the same time. For even when they had met at Montero many months ago and there were moments, she had smiled genuine that night, it was as good as this.Yara's smile widened. "That's a lie, I look cute."Grayson raised one brow higher than the other. "I'm the one to tell you how I think of it. But then, I still want to hear you talk about your day."Yara pursued her lips as she turned and went back to the stuffs she was doing- arranging the countertop and washing the few plates on the sink."I don't really know, but I think something is off. A few days ago, there's weird guy that kept trying to be friends with me. I ignored him. But today..."She noticed the sudden switch in his expression. His jaw had hardened and she didn't know if she should continue or just stop.However, she went for the former because she also wanted to ask som

The slamming of the bathroom door got Yara out of her reverie. She had been replaying that provoking event that occurred between she and Grayson, before she got to her mother's place.With a towel firmly wrapped around her body, Yara beheld her mother who had an expressionless look on her face. She could see the striking resemblance. They both had blue eyes, just that hers was bluer and more almost cat like. Their nose and shape of mouth was also similar as well. And that could be applied to most parts of their body.Yara sighted a few grey hairs on her older replica's long, beautiful hair and felt a pang of guilt in her heart. She suddenly felt terrible for staying away from her mother all those months. She had been so foolish to do so.Holding back her emotions, she forced a smile at her mother but Patricia didn't return the smile. She simply walked into the closet and changed into a black tank top and grey joggers before packing her hair in a ponytail.Yara would never understand w

Yara woke up early the next morning. She was glad she did because all night, she wanted to draw her mother close and hug her. But she couldn't. She didn't even want to act as though she had heard the quiet sobs.She gently got down from the bed not to wake Patricia up as she went into the kitchen. There as she made bacon and fried eggs, Yara could hear the melodious voice of the choristers from the church nearby. It made her hum along unconsciously, as she got reminded that today was Sunday.It was a regular day in Grayson's house. No one went to church. They'd all stay back in their rooms or hang out together, indoor while resting and having their lone time.But this was her home. She was reminded of her roots.Yara took the tray of bacon and fried eggs and walked into her mom's room. She was still sleeping, yet Yara couldn't help but admire how pretty her mother looked, without even trying. She owed her good looks to her mom. She wasn't sure of her great her father was as regards v

Furrowing her brows in suspicion, Patricia followed her daughter into the bathroom. There Yara was emptying her bowels on the sink. Her mom let out a sigh to let her know that she was there with her and she couldn't help but close her eyes for a brief moment to get herself together."Coming from someone that said she's not sick, this is suspicious. Are you okay?" Patricia asked."I said I am! Are you praying for me to be unhealthy? And please stop your annoying assumptions." Yara stated, turning on the sink tap and letting it run freely. "Don't waste too much water."Patricia continued. "I didn't assume yet. But I'll say what I think now. You're pregnant."Yara turned off the tap quickly and looked up, shooting her mother a shocked look. Her face and hands suddenly grew pale and she could feel her heart beat suddenly beating faster than before."What do you mean? I accept that I'm sick. Lied not to bother you. But pregnant? How could you think that your daughter is pregnant?""I don