Semua Bab Forced to Marry the cruel Billionaire: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Emma.The side of the bed was empty. Gregory had left so early that I hadn’t even heard a single noise from him. I didn’t find my exhaustion unusual—after all, I had been feeling this way for days since I discovered the illness. I looked at the rumpled sheet, the messy spot he had left beside me, and thought about how comfortable he felt sleeping with me, even though I had nothing to offer.Not only that, but I got up and went straight to the kitchen. After living for so many years in Gregory’s enormous house, I had grown accustomed to walking a long distance from my bedroom to the kitchen, but here, I just had to open a door, and I was already in another room. Just a few steps, and I was in front of the sink, the stove, and the refrigerator.Lia had already arrived and was making coffee. I huffed in disappointment, watching them chew their food while I fed myself with a dark brown liquid that was ingested through my nose. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. Likewise, I refused to eat

Emma.I chewed my food and refused to swallow it. I wondered where the promise of not letting Gregory’s actions affect me had gone. Now, I felt anguish because I had believed things would be different, and Gregory had disappointed me for the thousandth time.I felt the tears welling up as my face inevitably grew hot. I put my plate aside under the watchful eyes of Lia and Samantha. They protested, but I was faster—I walked to the bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom.It wasn’t fair what Gregory was doing to me. He wanted to keep me by his side until the last day of my life, yet he did everything he could to make me hate him. He had risked his life to save me from Edward after searching for me tirelessly, but right now, he was breaking his promises.I searched for actions that could give him some credit, but they always came with mistakes Gregory made right after. I shoved the anguish into the deepest, coldest place in my heart and locked it away. Not only that, but I refused to c

Emma.Gregory pressed his lips against mine as I stood there, eyes wide open, feeling his kiss. My heart pounded uncontrollably, and an unbearable heat rose to my neck. His warm breath touching my skin sent a shiver all the way up to my ears.I quickly pulled away—actually, I pushed Gregory away. My chest rose and fell heavily as he looked at me as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.My fingers stopped at my lips—I needed to touch them to know if what had just happened was real.Forget this, Emma, I told myself as the first raindrops began to fall.“That’s enough wandering for today,” my face hardened, similar to the sky above my head. “I want to go home.”At my words, Gregory’s face tensed, and he let out a deep breath. Without waiting for any excuse, I turned my back and rushed to the vehicle before he could reach me and make the moment even stranger than it already was.This time, Gregory didn’t open the door for me. He simply unlocked the car, we both got i

Emma.I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed of my funeral.Not only that, but I woke up startled. Looking to the side, I saw the empty bed. I never woke up to see Gregory beside me. A lump formed in my throat when I remembered that, in the dream, he was crying over my death. I crushed any urge to cry, got up, and prepared myself to go to the hospital that day.Gregory was probably already at work, and he wouldn’t be by my side that day.The door to my room opened just as I was getting up, and I stumbled backward when I saw Gregory’s face standing in front of me. He was holding a breakfast tray in his hands, barefoot, wearing only a pair of shorts. Why did I even notice that detail about his uncovered body?“Good morning, Emma,” he said, closing the door with his foot and smiling at me.I must have been dreaming. That couldn’t be real.“What are you doing here?” I asked, still in shock.“I’m taking you to the hospital.” He placed the tray beside me and sat down, watching me with

Gregory.I left the room, so I wouldn’t have to give too many explanations to Emma. I could feel that she wanted to prolong the conversation, to ask questions, but I wasn’t ready for that. Not only that, but I was still thinking about the doctor’s last words about Emma.I wasn’t sure about it. I couldn’t deny that I hadn’t disliked the kiss and that, in some way, I wanted a little more of Emma. Upon reaching the doctor, I pushed the thought away and locked myself in the office with him. I would keep lying to myself and running away from Emma for a little longer.“I want to ask you not to tell Emma that she’s going to die,” an arch formed on his old face. “We need to give her hope.”“You want me to lie to my patient?”His face lit up in a bad way, and he let out a smile. That man shouldn’t act like that, not in a serious case like Emma’s.“There are people who care about her and who will suffer from her passing, and one of them is me.” I stepped forward, furious in his direction. “Resp