Third-person's POV When Elyana pressed the red button on her cellular phone, the call to Quintin's phone remained ongoing. Felicity was on the other line, listening to the conversation between the two, quietly thinking and feeling guilty about what he did without his best friend's consent. The rustling and strange noises that Elyana heard came from Felicity's side. Fortunately, she was not too curious about it and didn't ask so much. They would have been interrupted by chance if she found out the call was a conference call and it was him who was eavesdropping. "You must have heard everything," Quintin uttered when Elyana was no longer in the other line. "Obvious enough," he said sarcastically to hide what he felt at that time. The matchmaker sighed. He knew it would make her extremely mad once she found out and that scared him so much. … As the days walked by, Elyana always checked herself in the mirror. Checking any chances in her body that could be a sign she woul
Elyana's POV I went back to the mansion after going to the clinic. I was grateful for the good news I was carrying that day, but my tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes. Those tears blurred my vision while driving, yet I did my best to drive safely until I reached home. 'I am no longer alone,' I thought. I finally had one precious gift inside my womb at the time so I needed to be careful with everything I did. I won't let that opportunity to be a mother slide into my palm. When she reached the mansion, I saw one servant walking down the stairs. She was holding a duster and smiling brightly at me. "Good morning, Miss Elyana!" She greeted me. I greeted her back with a smile. She moved on the side of the stairs to give me way, but I intended to force her to stop midway. She moved to the other side again so I could pass by, but I blocked her again. Her eyes widened when I suddenly hugged her. I saw those big eyes when I let go of her. I didn't say anything after and
Elyana's Point of View Two weeks after I found out I was pregnant, I started feeling some pregnancy symptoms. It was shocking but normal, according to Dr. Chelsea, because the precious angel inside my womb was only a few weeks old. She said it might go away eventually, but I was uncomfortable with what I was feeling every day, making me go back and forth to her clinic whenever there was something because I was afraid of what was going on. A slight pain alarmed me. Everyone in the house felt the same way, making the mansion like a war zone every time I mentioned I was in pain. The doctor was laughing at me, but she claimed to understand me perfectly. After all, it was my first baby, so I was being overprotective of him or her. Aside from the morning sickness and unexpected pains, I recently noticed countless things around. Even with food, I became picky, disliking the smell of garlic and onions, which suddenly seemed to have a strong smell. My senses of smell, taste, and h
Elyana's POV Felicity went back to the nuns he was talking to and later on, a priest came closer to them. I wasn't meant to wait, but I did stay because he told me to. I didn't expect I wouldn't be seeing him that day, but I had silent hopes that we could stumble in places and he would talk to me normally. I missed him. Yes, I do, but just like what I said before, I tried to focus my mind on staying healthy and growing the child inside my womb without thinking of anything that would stress me; however, it was such a great coincidence to see him at that church—-in all places. I didn't know what got into his head to smile at me after we hadn't seen each other for more than a month. That gay was indeed unpredictable as if he were a real woman. I sighed and just looked around the church while waiting for them to finish whatever they were discussing. As I examined the small church, I saw a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary carrying a baby Jesus. On the foot of the statue, there
Third-Person's Point of View Everyone at the mansion was ecstatic when an unexpected visitor arrived on Saturday morning. He was carrying two large baskets containing various fruits and bottles of her mother's homemade jam. There were two boxes of cheesecake still inside his car. The servants at the Begum mansion rushed to greet him after not seeing the matchmaker in a long time. "Where are our Christmas gifts, Miss Felicity?" the servants asked in unison. "Christmas is over, girls," he told them while rolling his eyes. "You promised all of us you would give us gifts. You're unfair, Miss Felicity," Daldalita blurted out like a child. Other servants agreed with her, nodding their heads. "Yeah, I did, but Christmas is over," Felicity reasoned out. Felicity could see the protest and disappointment on their faces and he kind of enjoyed it. "There is still Valentine's Day," Daldalita hissed. "Why, do you even have a heart?" Felicity teased her. "Ouch! That's rude. Maybe I
Elyana's POV I awoke in the middle of my sleep when Felicity crossed my mind. I was certain that he was the one supporting me inside the restroom. It felt like a dream to me, but my room left a scent that I knew he owned. My head no longer ached, and my stomach didn't feel sour. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when I checked the time on the clock, so I assumed he had already left and gone home. It stressed me out, thinking he had already left and would never come back. I couldn't understand why I was even crying about that. I hurried down the stairs to look for him. I had reached the lowest step when I realized there was a growing child inside my womb. I completely forgot. Fortunately, I did not fall or slip while in haste. I simply slowed down before anyone saw me and reported me to my parents. I went to the living room, but nobody was there. No servants were on sight for me to ask about that gay. The next place I thought of checking was the kitchen. It was nearly
Third-Person's POV Felicity locked himself in the bathroom after he unexpectedly felt strange the moment Elyana's skin touched his. It seemed there was a high voltage of electricity crawling onto his skin, giving him a fever-like feeling. He couldn't believe he would be static and terrified at the same time by what he felt. He hid inside the toilet to get away from Elyana, but Elyana followed him. He felt he was in a horror movie, getting chased by someone to hurt him. The knocking stopped after a while and he heard people talking outside. "Ma'am?" He heard Daldalita. "I have medicine for an upset stomach if you need some," she continued. He tried to listen to see if he could still hear Elyana's voice before opening the door. When it seemed she wasn't with Daldalita, he finally opened the door a little. "Thank you, Daldalita, but could you just please take my bag, I think I have medicine in there for stomach aches," I told her. "This is the medicine. I have some," Elyana st
Third-person's POV On his way to the clinic where Elyana could be taken, he received a message from Dr. Chelsea. "What did you do, Bakla? Elyana is here at the clinic right now unconscious!" She was mad at him after finding out he was the last in her company before she felt severe pain. He did not reply to the doctor. He went to the clinic with a worried expression on his face. After parking the car, he jumped out and dashed to the clinic. Strands of his long hair on a ponytail were all over the place, but the matchmaker didn't care how he looked because his mind was more messy than his appearance that day. He wouldn't forgive himself if something bad happened to Elyana and the baby. His mother would surely hurt him once she found out. The front desk secretary was expecting his arrival, so she did not ask what the matchmaker needed when she saw him walk in. She led him to a room where Elyana was resting and left him right after. Elyana was awake when he arrived, but was e