- 4.
I hung up just as Grant walked in.
He looked tired. “Susan, who were you talking
to?”
I rubbed my sore eyes. “You’re imagining
things.”
Grant changed his shoes and embraced me.
“What’s wrong? Are you upset because I
wasn’t here?”
く
“No,” I pushed him away, my voice calm.
Grant frowned but coaxed, “Don’t say that. I
heard you call a doctor. Is something wrong
with the baby?”
He placed his hand on my belly, bending
down to speak to the child.
“Little one, are you bothering your mother?
Let’s go to the hospital. You’re daddy’s little
angel, nothing must happen to you.”
His feigned tenderness made me nauseous.
He wasn’t worried about me or the baby; he
was afraid that if the baby didn’t survive, Star
would lose her blood bank.
“No need. I’ll rest.”
く
I pulled away from his hand and went to the
bedroom.
Grant watched me for a while, then left when
he saw I wasn’t unwell.
He sat at the bedside and talked about
prenatal care.
I listened with a smile.
If I didn’t know the truth, I’d have fallen for
his charm.
When my breathing evened out, Grant left.
I stared at the ceiling.
Grant didn’t come in until lunchtime.
<
Seeing me still asleep, he kissed my lips.
“Sleepyhead, time for lunch.”
I frowned and followed him out.
I was hungry, but seeing Star in the dining
room made me lose my appetite. I felt sick.
I turned to leave, but Grant grabbed my wrist.
“Susan, what’s wrong?”
He frowned, noticing my reaction to Star.
Before I could speak, Star greeted me
cheerfully.
“Susan, eat up! To thank you for the blood
donation, I ordered your favorite nutrition
L
meals from the Imperial House.”
I pulled away, walking slowly towards the
dining room.
I saw the spicy food and said, “Ms. Jones,
you’re thoughtful. Knowing I can’t eat spicy food during pregnancy, you ordered Sichuan
cuisine.”
Star’s face fell.
Grant hurried over to comfort her.
“Star, I’m sorry. I tried to cater to Susan’s
preferences. As you know, I never eat spicy
food.”
Star was crying. Grant had tears in his eyes
too.
<
He soothed Star for a long time, and I
watched them.
When Star stopped crying, Grant glared at
- me.
“Susan Miller, apologize!”
I clenched my fists. “This is ridiculous. I didn’t
say anything wrong, why should I apologize?”
Star started crying again. Grant couldn’t
stand his beloved being wronged again; he
slapped me.
I stumbled backward, my back hitting the
table, my ears ringing.
Grant simply said coldly, “Susan Miller, you
brought this on yourself.”
<
He soothed Star for a long time, and I
watched them.
When Star stopped crying, Grant glared at
- me.
“Susan Miller, apologize!”
I clenched my fists. “This is ridiculous. I didn’t say anything wrong, why should I apologize?”
Star started crying again. Grant couldn’t stand his beloved being wronged again; he
slapped me.
I stumbled backward, my back hitting the
table, my ears ringing.
Grant simply said coldly, “Susan Miller, you
brought this on yourself.”
<
Star looked at me triumphantly from Grant’s
arms.
I was frozen.
Grant glared at me, picked Star up, and
walked past me towards the door.
Three years of unrequited love evaporated.
