Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (the best novels to read .TXT) 📕

              I couldn't turn my expression into an indifferent mask. I ruined everything between us. He must be hating me for hurting him. Did I break his heart? He could read my thoughts easily. I was alone to deal with my pain. 

      The door cracked open. His feet hit the floor softly. He was the last person I wanted around me, particularly now when I was feeling guilt, stupid for walking away. He sauntered over to me. 

      He took my chin between his fingers and thumb. He forced me to look at him. I lowered my eyes. It was a shameful moment. He found me. He brought me back. The woman I was thinking of could be his girlfriend. I was wrong. James was the father of her child. I shouldn't be here. I hurt us both. 

      Tears streamed down my cheeks. His first two fingers slid under my chin, his thumb swiped on my cheek, "Why these tears now?'' He demanded in a low voice. His anger was visible from his low voice but his features were calmed, " It's no use crying over spilled milk, woman." My heart shuddered. 

     Woman! I must be proud in other circumstances. But it felt like a wipe from his mouth today. 

     "What do you expect? You were with her..." I clamped my mouth shut. It wasn't true, nothing was. I was wrong. 

     "I was comforting her. She was scared. No one would like their children to face the troubles they had faced." He lifted his fingers, tilting my chin. I glanced at him. He was pissed. 

     "Edward," My lower lip trembled. 

     He shook his head, "You should trust me. You destroyed us." He withdrew his fingers in annoyance. He turned his long strides at the door. 

     I got on my feet and outpaced him rushing forward. I blocked his path, my back touching the door, "Why did you bring me here if you hate me so much?" I asked. 

      "I still love you," He pocketed his hands as he was saving himself from touching me. 

     I went still, eyes wide with shock, "Then, why are you showing hatred?" I asked in a whisper. 

     He closed the gap between us. His jaw tightened. He didn't look like my lover right now. I stood as still as a stone pillar in the desert, not moving a muscle, scared he would know my secret that I loved him. He breathed out, relaxing his tightened jaw, a smile spreading across his face. It was totally unexpected. More than a lover he was giving me the vibes of a tormenter. He cocked his head to the side, as he was considering me. He lifted his hand, placing it softly on her cheek, then his index finger slid down my neck, to my chest, to my stomach. My skin tingled with his touch. I missed this, everything. My heartbeat increased when his finger stopped on my stomach. The gentle swell of my stomach was visible. He wasn't supposed to know this. 

      "Mine," I was aware of what he was saying. I lifted my step, but there was nowhere to go. My back pressed against the door. He pressed his palm against the curve. 

     I shook my head and forced myself away from the door. He held my elbow, stopping me. 

     I took a deep breath, "I don't know. What are you saying?" I pushed his hand away but he wrapped his arm around me. 

     "Stop lying, Sienna. You're not eating, you barely sleep, you don't take care of our baby. What the f*** are you thinking?" His voice raised in anger, he glared down at me. 

      "I... I really..." She paused, "I don't understand. True, I don't eat but I don't wanna discuss anything with you." I was scared. I didn't know, why? 

      "Haven't you missed your period? Shouldn't you take care of yourself? Is this our baby's fault that you don't trust me?" His taunt brought tears to my eyes, my throat clogged. 

      It had been a complete shock, "I don't know what you are saying? You must be talking about Elisa's pregnancy. I don't know. How's it my responsibility?" I pushed him away. 

      "You are pregnant, Sienna." He stared down at me. 

      He was never far from my thoughts. I don't remember. What did I miss and not? I never paid attention but kept thinking about him. I could never shake him off. Though, I was thinking he was... I was wrong. 

      "I don't know. Perhaps, I have put on some weight. I'll take care of myself." I muttered. 

      He took a step back and clenched his hands, "What's your date?" He asked. 

      I tried to think. I didn't remember. I slipped it. When? I didn't remember. A pressing nervous rose in my chest. He needed to stop being rude to me. It hurt. I had lost myself, the person I used to be when I saw him comforting her I heard them. Though it was not true. I trusted him. Why couldn't I stop myself from running away? I should follow my heart. 

      "You must have misunderstood. I'm not pregnant." I told him. I didn't know. When did I check my reflection in the mirror? 

     I walked over to the mirror. He didn't stop me. His gaze moved with me. I stood in front of it, glancing at my face. My cheeks weren't full, my skin was pale, and my eyes were a little puffy. I ran my gaze down. My heart beat faster. 

     "Sienna," He touched my lower back

     "I'm not pregnant," I muttered, pushing his hand away, "You're hurting me because I just left. I should trust you. I can't see you with anyone. It just…. It…" Everything seemed perplexing to me. 

      "Are you scared?" he asked, softly. I ached to get an inch closer, "It's a beautiful thing." He muttered.

      "I know," I muttered. It felt like a dream as he was preparing me for a thing.

      He glanced down at the curve of her belly, "We need to talk," He said. 

     "We're talking," I muttered but I felt speechless for further talk, "I think. I should sleep and eat. I'm hungry." I didn't pay attention to myself and put on some weight. Now he was thinking... I shook my head.