All Chapters of THE PREGNANT VIRGIN AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gesare.The water is still warm on my skin when I step out of the shower and for a moment I just let myself breathe.This past week has been quiet and so peaceful, the most peaceful I have felt in a really long time. But I have learned not to question peace when it comes. It never lasts long enough to analyze anyway.I wrap the towel around my body tightly, securing it just above my chest, then reach for another to dry my hair. The small hotel room is still slightly foggy from the steam, the mirror blurred, the air heavy.I walk towards the bed, absently rubbing my hair with the towel, my mind already drifting to mybdoctor’s appointments, bills, what comes next, what I am supposed to do with everything happening inside my body when I am interrupted by a loud knock on the door that cuts through my thoughts, I frown slightly looking at the clock to see what time it was. Then I remembered I had ordered room service before I got into the shower, another knock comes through, harder this

Gesare.I didn't sleep at all, I mean how could I even get any sleep with a billionaire passed out on my cheap hotel bed. Maybe for a few minutes here and there I did close my eyes, but nothing that counts.The entire night sits heavy in my chest, replaying over and over again like something my mind refuses to let go of. Every word he said. Every accusation he made before when he came here. But the question that echoed in my mind was him questioning everything I told him about myself, how could he think someone can lie about stuff like that. I close my eyes briefly, pressing my lips together as I sit on the edge of the chair across from the bed, it was the only other furniture in the hotel room.Kumba is still lying on the bed, in the same exact spot where he passed out last night. Half on his side, one arm thrown across the mattress, breathing slow and deep like none of it ever happened.My gaze lingers on him longer than I want it to, taking in the view of his perfect manly body.

Kumba. For a moment after she finishes talking, I don’t move, I just sit there, leaning back against the headboard, watching her.Because everything she said lines up but also I don't really know what to say to her, not after everything I accused her of last night. I run a hand over my face, exhaling slowly, my thoughts still tangled up, still refusing to settle into anything solid.l, I know I should say something or say something but before I can form the exact words a loud knock echoes through the room.It's sharp, urgent and aggressive it makes Gesare flinches slightly and I notice that.We both turn toward the door instinctively as another knock follows, harder this time.“What now?” I mutter under my breath, irritation already creeping in.Gesare stands up, hesitating for a second before walking towards the door.“I didn’t order anything else,” she says, more to herself than to me.There is another voice now, Muffled and it sound like she is arguing.“I said you can’t just”The

Diane Pain wakes me up first, it's not sharp unbearable pain, it's just uncomfortable. A dull, steady throb that settles behind my eyes and stretches down the side of my face like a reminder that something happened.I inhale slowly, taking in the fresh clean air. My eyes flutter open, the light above me too bright at first, forcing me to squint. The ceiling is unfamiliar, white and endless, and for a moment I just lie there, trying to piece together how I got here.My head feels heavy and my body too slow.I lift a hand instinctively, wincing slightly as my fingers brush against something rough.“What? Where am I?” My voice comes out dry and weaker than I expect. “What’s going on?”A figure moves into my line of sight that's when I see clearly, she is wearing the nurse uniform which means she must be one, she looks young but very professional.“Good, you are awake,” she says gently, offering a small reassuring smile. “That’s good, you gave us quite a scare there miss Diane.”I blink

GesareI sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the smooth fabric of the duvet, my eyes moving slowly around the room for what feels like the hundredth time, everything is perfect.The walls, the furniture, the soft lighting, everything is placed exactly where it should be, everything expensive and everything is untouched.It doesn’t feel like a place someone lives in, It feels like a place you’re expected to behave in. I honestly doubt anyone had ever slept in this room before, rich people always have guest rooms just for decorations. I pull my knees up slightly, wrapping my arms around myself as I exhale slowly.A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I stiffen immediately.“Come in,” I say, my voice more quieter than I intended and the door opens gently.And there she is standing in the doorway, Diane, She looks so composed and put together, her eyes meet mine, and for a second, neither of us says anything.“I just came by to tell you dinner is ready,” she