She clenched her fists tightly, swallowing the hurt and indignation she felt. She shot upright and pointed at Tristan Grayson. "Tristan Grayson, get out!"
’I’m pregnant now,’ she thought. ’Can’t he just leave alone and let have so peace and quiet?’
Tristan Grayson’s simring anger vanished without a trace the mont he saw her deathly pale face. In its place, his heart twisted into a tight knot. He sat worriedly on the edge of the bed and asked urgently, "What’s wrong? Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mika Sumrs looked up, her eyes filled with a storm of complicated emotions as she gazed at the man before her.
’Just a mont ago, he was relentlessly humiliating . And now?’
’Is he actually worried about ? And he looks so concerned, too?’
She gave a self-mocking laugh. ’Tristan Grayson, which one of you is the real you?’
’Why is it always like this? Just when I hate him so much I could die, he suddenly starts being nice to , and my dead heart begins to beat again.’
’And this ti is no exception.’
Seeing Tristan’s concern, she couldn’t help but pathetically wonder, ’Do I hold even a tiny little place in his heart?’
"Why aren’t you saying anything? Tell what’s wrong, I’ll go get the doctor," Tristan said, his voice laced with anxiety.
When she saw Tristan actually getting up to call a doctor, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired and want to rest."
"Hm? Really?" Tristan frowned, his gaze fixed on her still-pale face, clearly unconvinced.
"Mhm..." she nodded. ’Even if Tristan’s concern only lasts for this one mont, I can’t help but greedily wish for more.’
For the first ti, she tried to cajole him. "Will you lie down with for a little while? Please?"
"Okay, I’ll stay with you." As he looked at her, a warmth slowly spread through his heart.
He took off his jacket and shoes, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms.
Neither of them spoke; they just held each other in the quiet embrace.
Mika felt as if she were in a dream. She couldn’t help but hug Tristan a little tighter, snuggling her head against his chest.
Her simple action threw Tristan’s heart into turmoil.
’I really should just grab her and toss her out.’
Mika, completely unaware of the shift in Tristan’s mood, continued to hug him tightly. But a mont later, she looked up, startled, her face filled with concern. "Tristan, you... what’s wrong?"
"Hmph?" Tristan grunted awkwardly, looking down at her. "I’m fine."
"Your face is so red, how can you be fine? Are you feeling sick sowhere?" As she spoke, Mika reached up to feel his forehead. It was burning up. She quickly scrambled out of his arms, asking anxiously, "You’re burning up! Do you have a fever?"
Hearing her words, Tristan’s face darkened. He yanked her back towards him. "You foolish woman. What do you *think* is wrong with ?"
Mika tumbled on top of Tristan, and then it suddenly dawned on her. "Tristan, you..."
Tristan held her, his movents surprisingly gentle. "Don’t move!"
"Tristan... we can’t..." Mika was genuinely panicking now.
’At a ti like this... how can he still...’
"I know..."
"..."
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