Arya finally falls asleep, Ayden decides not to leave her side, as he is worried about her. Instead, he lies down on the couch that lies by the window.When he wakes up, she lies watching him with eyes swollen from crying.“Have you been able to get any rest?” she asks.Ayden sits up, trying to wake up a little.“No more than you, I think. I was left worried about you” he clarifies, standing up to stretch. “I'd like you to tell me what's been going on, you've been absent for a couple of days. I know something is up, but like I told you…”“I'm not a fortune-teller” completes his sentence, making her smile. “I'll tell you, but promise you won't get mad.”Ayden is already frowning, and Arya knows that's not a good sign.“I haven't told you yet, and you're already getting angry” she warns, pointing to the lines between his eyebrows.“Sorry, it's a habit of mine.&r

Arya had gone back to the hospital every day without speaking to any of the staff, not even John, the driver. Mark tried to approach her, but work was so busy that it was impossible.The young woman was grateful for that; she wanted to avoid talking to anyone. She felt discouraged, devastated and demoralized. During those days, she barely ate anything. She stopped answering Ayden and forwarded her calls to her mailbox.Ayden wanted to get in touch with her, she thought about talking to her through Mark, asking him to put her through, but that was grounds for them to have to talk, and she didn't want that. She feared that her brother would cajole her and turn her against him.By the third day, Arya was resigned to the fact that she was going to have to face him. When John arrived, she almost expected him to get off to scold her, but he didn't.“Good evening, miss,” greets the chauffeur, as he does every day.“Good evening, John,” she replies, trying to force a smile, but it doesn't rea

Ayden hunted down Arya's brother, well, not literally, but he sent for him. He was not a generally violet person, but the brother of Arya, the mother of his son, was a pain in the ass that had to be removed.He didn't plan to end her life, but to give her a dressing down in such a way that he would never bother her again.“Sir, Emory, the package has arrived in hold three,” John Burwell advises his boss, who is sitting in the back of the SUV.“Okay, take me there.” he asks and the other obeys.Upon arrival, Jeff is surprised to see him alone, he was afraid it was a trap.“Hello, hello, Mr. almighty!” greets Jeff arrogantly to Ayden. “And my little sister? I thought she'd come to see me and say hello.”Ayden, who has dedicated herself not only to working on her musculature, but also, the art of meditation—although the latter doesn't help her much when it comes to her sister – also jiujitsu. He breathes patiently so as not to hit him at the drop of a hat.“You see, Jeff, here's the thin

As the weeks went by, Arya felt an increasingly strong attraction to Ayden. Every so often, she would lie in the bedchamber, thinking that maybe he would fall in love with her. But there was a problem, he would not allow her to get any closer to him than she should.“Tonight, I'm going out to dinner with some coworkers” Arya warns Ayden who gives her a sidelong glance.“Tonight, we have the appointment with the gynecologist. Did you forget?” he asks disdainfully.Arya is stunned for a moment and then pulls out her phone. Ayden is right.“Sorry, I thought it was tomorrow, then no problem I'll postpone dinner,” she assures her and puts the cell phone back in her work bag.Her already bulging belly makes her look tender and motherly.“Did she let you sleep?” asks Ayden when he sees her dark circles under her eyes.“A little, almost in the wee hours of the morning, I fell asleep when I the least thought it was time to get up,” clarifies Arya running her hand over her belly. Ayden looks at

Cathy had proven to be a good masseuse, helping Arya with foot pain as well as back pain.In the evenings, when she came home from work, after a shower, she would show her how to do certain pelvic exercises that would help at the time of delivery. However, there was something she didn't like. Every time they left their room for dinner, she noticed how it was that Cathy watched Ayden."Not that he is mine, but I carry his child in my womb, at least that should stop the girl a bit in her mental fantasies about the millionaire," she thinks when she notices how the young redhead sighs in front of her at the table.Ayden behaved with Cathy as he never or very rarely did with Arya. He was friendly and attentive to the flame-haired girl. That inflamed the doctor-in-training, for she saw that she would never have the body that Cathy had, as Cathy took the time to train and exercise, while Arya barely survived the workdays."How did it go today, Arya?" asks Cathy casually