My whole body stiffened as held my breath.
Junathan’s calloused hand rested lightly on my waist, gently tracing along it.
“Don’t be so tense, <b>Rx</b>,” he murmured right next to my ear.
1 shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Momentster, I felt pressure around my waist as Jonathan palled me into his arms.
He sighed <b>and </b>skily asked, “Taking it?”
I stayed silent.
He brushed the hair back from my ear and pressed <b>a </b>soft loss there, but did nothing more.
T
The next morning, I opened my eyes to see Jonathan sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his <b>shirt </b>with his back tumed toward me. An idea popped into my head.
“My stomach hurts…” I suddenly said, putting on a pained expression as I stared silently at him. “When Gabrielleester, tell her to take me straight to the bospital
Jonathan paused, frowning as he looked at me. He reached over and ced <b>a </b>hand on my forehead.
“Howe your stomach suddenly harts?”
“I don’t know. [probably ate something bad,” I said.
tis expression darkened. “I’ll have the kitchen staff reced<b>.</b>”
Tquickly <b>grabbed </b>his arm. “No, no, that’s not necessary!
If any lie cost someone their job, that would be too much.
“It’s probably just me. Maybe it’s some mild food intolerance.” I stammered..
Jonathan frowned, “Food intolerance? You’ve been staying here <b>for </b>days. Why would that suddenly be a problem now?”
He sounded suspicious. I pulled my <b>hand </b>away and turned my back to him, sulking. Fine, then let me suffer alone.” Jonathan <b>ced </b><b>a </b>hand on my shoulder, gently trying to lum me over. I jerked my shoulder and pushed his <b>hand </b>away<b>, </b>“Elise, stop making a scene,” he hoarsely said.
I shouted, “I’m not making a soenal just go to work!”
I faced the wall, refusing to look at him once. “It’s just a stomachache. I can bear it.”
Time passed in silece
just as I thought he had really lett, J tuned <b>around </b>and met his dark, probing eyes There was a restrained worry in them.
“I’m calling the family doctor,” he said.
I hesitated, then <b>shook </b>my head quiddy.
“No! | teel temible! I want to go to the hospital for a checlup!”
“Get Greased, I’ll take you there,” he said.
I didn’t want fun to take me. I was already nning <b>to </b>meet Frederick, and if <b>Jonathan </b>found out, he might <b>not </b>let me leave at all,
“Aire’l you supposed to go to work?” I <b>asked</b><b>. </b>
“It’s <b>on </b>the way,” licirplied “Filluve Hob reschedule the meeting ”
Fijuieldy waved my hands “Holt’s nothing serious. I can go on my own!”
Suddenly<b>, </b>Jonathan brated his ams on either side of me, trapping me beneath Balony with thi
**You just said <b>you </b>were in so much pain you could die, and now it’s no big deal?”
My eyes darted nervously, and i pushed at <b>his </b><b>chest</b>, trying to get lum to back oft
Jonatan leaned in race you lying to me?
heavy stare.
My Jace went pair. I flopped to the side, burying my face in the pillow. “I’m embarassed! I feel like I’m about to have dianthea and don’t want you to see it! Can You not look at me and let me go to the hospital myself
Hearsted his hand on my back, and as if believing <b>the</b><b>, </b>be clucided softly. “We’ve been married for so long. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
He flipped me over and pressed his ann palmi against my stomach, gently rubbing inslow circles.
“I’ve seen every inch of you,” he murmured.
Then, he suddenly paused, <b>as </b>it hesitating to <b>move </b>his <b>hand </b>from my stomach <b>downward </b>