I will.
“It’s so good to see your appetite is back,” he smiles. His eyes shine as he watches me, radiant and beautiful. My heart churns, wanting to set the food aside and crawl into his arms.
Kristopher’s phone rings, and he excuses himself to answer it, then he’s right back at my side.
***
Over the next few days, he dotes on me constantly and doesn’t go into the office, but his phone is constantly ringing.
And every time it does, he leaves the room to talk in private and returns looking stressed.
Something is going on, even though he keeps telling me everything is fine.
I’m getting stronger by the day, taking the medication prescribed, and eating more.
When his phone rings late one afternoon, I slip out of bed and stand hidden behind the door while he paces up and down the hallway speaking to his right-hand man, Leonard. Thankfully, he has it on speaker, and I can hear both sides of the conversation.
“The old man is refusing to take responsibility,” he sighs.
“Luckily, some of our allies have accepted that we were framed, but until we can settle this once and for all, it’s going to be a big problem.”
“I know,” Kris sighs, pushing his hand through his hair as I sneak a peek around the door.
He’s still struggling with this situation with his father. And it’s consuming his life. Day in and day out, it’s draining him.
“Sir, maybe we should ask our bigger allies for help?”
“No. I don’t want my sister involved in any way. Her husband is one of those allies.”
“I understand, but this is…”
“I saidno,” he snaps. His patience is wearing thin. He must be exhausted, taking care of me and dealing with all of that.
I want to help him. How can I? What can I do?
Well, dropping the bomb on him that I’m pregnant is only going to make things worse at this point.
I sneak back to bed.
Kris returns to the room when his phone call ends. He drops his phone onto the bedside table and presses his hand against my forehead. “You have your color back,” he says sweetly.
“Is everything okay?” I ask. “You’ve haven’t been to work. I don’t want to steal your time.”
His phone buzzes, and I turn to look at the screen.
A meeting reminder.Meeting: investigation team update.
“Investigation team?” I ask, not hiding the fact that I was blatantly reading his notification.
“Yes, the spies I have working in my father’s territory. I’m not going. Leonard will go on my behalf and update me later.”
I shake my head. Again, he’s putting my needs before his own. I don’t want to be a burden to him.
“Kris, I’m perfectly fine now. You should go to your meetings. You don’t have to miss things because of me.”
He knits his brows. “You don’t get it, do you?” he says gently, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to touch my leg.
Maybe I don’t.
