Chapter 36: Bitter Pain

"HE NEEDS REST." The doctor said, "give him a rest. He lost consciousness because of fatigue."

I nods at him.

"I already gave the receipt of his meds. Call me if something happens. I have to go." We sent him out.

Brother Ethan closed the gate and we walked inside.

He is the one I called.

Actually, I called everyone, I don't know what to do. He lost consciousness in front of me. It made me crazy.

"I knew this would happen." Brother Ethan said as we entered the house.

"Don't make him work again, can you? Stop him from taking the calls, it'd just make him more stressed. Especially, His company is facing problems. Someone stole a billion dollars from his company while he was away." He explained it to me.

"But I already called Nate and Jase to take care of it."

I nodded again.

"You don't have to worry too. You have us guys." He taps on my shoulder."

Maybe it's time to help him in the company. I feel guilty. I should be helping him not hating him.

Maybe if I was in his company this wouldn't have happened.

But I don't have the confidence yet.

He is more intelligent than me. I do believe in him that he can handle it.

"Just look at him. He is a workaholic. He will sacrifice himself for his company. Don't let him work until he hasn't recovered."

I notice he has a small cut in the side of his lips.

Did they fight?

They both have the same.

"I'll just send his meds tomorrow since he is still sleeping. I gotta go.

"I will send you out." I offer.

"No. Don't Leave his side. I am fine."

I just nod at him and watch him leave.

I came to his room.

We have been in our house since brother Ethan told me to relax and stay still.

He told me the best way to feel better is to stay at home rather than in hospitals.

He is awake.

"Where have you been? I thought you missed me?"

I sat beside him.

He signale me to sleep beside him.

As soon as I lay on his bed he hugged me tight. He rested his head on my neck.

"Getting there."

I moved.

"I am just taking energy." He coughs.

He has a cold. He is weak too. He is just trying to be strong.

I endure his tight hugs.

I massaging hair and humming.

Tomorrow came and I woke up. He is still sleeping. He must be really tired. I kissed his forehead before I got out of bed.

“I send one of my maids for you to have something to eat and clean the house, and this is his meds, no need to pay me I already charge him for the expenses.” Brother Ethan is here. Early in the morning.

I got the meds from him prescribed by his doctor.

“If he is still having a fever and he is not feeling well after a week, call me and we need to bring him to the hospital.” I am just my head again as an answer. “But, I am sure he won’t, he will feel better soon, he just needs sleep and enough rest. He overwork and shoulders all the responsibilities.”

“Thank you.” I thanked him.

“I need to go, my baby is still waiting for me, I just left her with my sister.” I shyly smile at him.

I know he has big responsibilities, especially since he is a single dad but he is the one I called for help.

I went to the kitchen and I saw an old maid already cooking.

I shyly smile at her when we look into each other's eyes.

“Good Morning, Ma’am.” She greeted me.

“I have been cooking soup since Sir Ethan said your husband has a fever.” I am just nodding at her. “By the way, I already cooked a breakfast for you, you can eat.”

I silently serve myself, this is unusual with me. I remembered when my husband was cooking and serving me and while he was cooking he would flirt at me. He didn’t let me go to work if I didn't eat breakfast.

I am really guilty.

I shouldn’t act that way. I should understand him, but, what I did is, I threw tantrums on him and was being selfish. I should trust him.

“Ma’am are you, okay?” she asked me. “Is my cooking bad?”

I just nod at her.

“I am fine.” I shyly smile at her.

He had been asleep for the whole day and I was just waking him up when it’s time to eat. He is stubborn and he doesn't want to drink his meds, he said it’s bitter but the alcohol is bitter too but he didn’t complain.

Why complain at the bitter taste of a medicine if you can finish a lot of bottles of alcohol.

“Good Morning.”

I open my eyes and the sun's rays are high.

I felt his lips on my forehead.

He is awake.

“How are you?” I put my palm on his forehead to check his temperature.

“Stop staring at me, I am not comfortable.” He didn’t listen and he kept on staring at me.

It shocks me when he suddenly pulls and hugs me. “Thank you for taking care of me.'' he murmured against my neck.

Why is he so damn sweet to me?

Why is he so good at me?

“Hey,” he was already staring at me again.

We are facing each other.

He removed the other hair blocking my face.

“Why are you crying, huh?” He asked softly.

His voice makes me cry. It’s so soft and gentle, it gives no harm but comfort and assurance.

He became calm too.

“I’m sorry if I was being stubborn and selfish.”

He is wiping my tears.

“I should understand that you are the CEO and handle more than two companies. In the first place, I shouldn't have demanded you.”

He weakly smiles at me and kisses my forehead again.

“Because of me, you got a fever, brother Ethan told me that you finish all your work in Europe so you can go home early. You should be home by next month but why does it take that long?” I whined.

I forgot that he told me that he will be staying there for a month or two. I thought he was joking that time, that's why I didn’t take it seriously.

He chuckled softly.

“You should be home after three days or one week.” I am complaining to him.

Brother Ethan called Jase too, for me to believe. Brother Jase told me that he left his unfinished works and rushed here.

They still have a business meeting needed to attend in Rome. They also lost the contract because Kier suddenly flew here and brother Jase didn’t know about it.

“I am home now, baby.” He held my hand and intertwined it.

“I am home now.” It’s like he is saying that I am his home.

“But, please. Don’t say it again.” He murmured, he is having a hard time to say that word. “Don’t divorce me again.” His eyes are begging. He dipped his face again in my neck, inhaling my scent.

His hug became tight.

“I don’t care if I will lose a contract and investor but please, don’t leave me...” His voice is now begging.

“If you say it again, I will make you pregnant, for you, to not divorce me. The day that you agreed to marry me, it means you agreed to be locked with me.” He said possessively.

It’s weird I felt butterflies in my stomach.

We just woke up and he is making me blush.

He makes me speechless.