บททั้งหมดของ My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

POV EmmaUpon seeing the image of Dr. Gabriel in front of me, millions of questions begin to form in my mind.And the first of them is:"What are you doing here?"'It's not what you're thinking, Emma. I was forced by this madman,' he whispered. 'You're not well, you need to go to the hospital.''Is it something with the baby?' I widened my eyes in shock.'I can't be sure here and now. We need equipment, an ultrasound, and so on.''How did he find you?' I raised my eyebrows.'I don't know. What I didn't know was that it was you who would be here; I don't cooperate with violence. But he threatened my mother. I'm sorry, Emma, I can't save you.'I sighed. Dr. Gabriel seemed like a nice person. It wasn't his fault, being threatened by a mad and lunatic person like Antonio; it wasn't his responsibility to risk himself to save me.'It's not your fault, Doctor,' I said, taking a deep breath. 'I mean, Gabriel.' I weakly smiled.He took some things from the first aid kit, and I watched closely

POV Andrew I open the message left at the mansion's door calmly. The paper is a bit damp from the rain, but still legible. Written on it: “Andrew, be careful.” What the heck is this? Who left this here? Is it a threat or a warning? I couldn't grasp the underlying message. I head to security, approaching quickly while still holding the paper in my hand. “Who left this here?” I ask, displaying the note. “We don't know, sir. We didn't see anyone suspicious.” “Someone left this here. Check the cameras. Fast.” The man, as massive as a door and one of my most trusted guards, literally goes to the door and checks the cameras. I had an extensive surveillance system throughout the mansion, in every corner except bedrooms and bathrooms. I did it for my safety and everyone else's. My father was obsessed with this. I guess I inherited that trait, through exposure, of course. “Sir, there's nothing,” he said. “How can there be nothing? They left this here,” I said, indignant. “Actually,

POV Andrew After the gunshot, was I dead? Had I been shot? My arm was bleeding profusely, but I managed to turn my head to see what had happened and who had fired. I couldn't think very well, my body was burning as if with chills. When I managed to turn around, there was Lorenzo with the gun pointed at me and my uncle on the ground. He had managed to hit my uncle. I tried to get up but couldn't. I seemed to be hallucinating. His greenish eyes came into my mind. “Emma,” I groaned in pain as I put my hand on my arm. I feel a wave of pain run through my body, but the focus isn't on me. It's on Emma. Every movement feels like a battle, but determination keeps me on my feet, however shakily. Lorenzo comes to my aid, his face exuding concern. I feel a tightness in my chest at the sight of him so distressed for me. He advises me to go to the hospital, but the thought of leaving Emma alone and at the mercy of that bastard disturbs me more than the physical pain I feel. “We have t

POV EmmaAfter two long days under observation, I was discharged. I still wasn't feeling fully recovered, but I was grateful to be out of that captivity where I was condemned to death.Andrew entered the room while I was putting on a dress and approached me quickly.“Let me help you, don't strain yourself,” he said, helping me put on my blouse.“No need to exaggerate,” I smiled weakly, “I'm fine, I swear.We looked at each other, and he moved closer, facing me and holding my hands gently.“You've been through so much. I just want to, and I promise I'll do my best to make it up to you,” he assures me. “Thank you for saving me and risking your life for me, for us. “I stroke my belly into shape.”“I've done no more than a man should do, Emma. And I want to be a good man, a good father to this baby.”“What happened to him… Well, your uncle.”“He's seven feet off the ground, anyway,” he said good-natured.” But I don't want to talk about this, the driver is waiting for us, we're going home

POV Andrew Dealing with the return of my adoptive mother left me with a rollercoaster of feelings. I can't deny that for years I harbored feelings of anger and resentment, thinking that she had abandoned us, leaving me with a void. Now, discovering that she had been through so much, left me completely stunned.As she entered the mansion, I could sense the nervousness that was consuming me. Her presence was a constant reminder of the truths I preferred to leave in the past. I wasn't sure how to react, whether to hug her or simply walk away.Sensing the tension in the room, I decided to take a sip of my whiskey to calm my nerves. The crystal glass, cool to the touch, seemed to offer some comfort in the midst of the storm of emotions that was raging inside me.She approached slowly, her expression worried, and leaned over, perhaps to get something from her handbag. My hands automatically squeezed the glass, a way of disguising the anxiety that was growing inside me.Her every move was a