Chapter 104

It had been a little over a week since she arrived in Davian’s mansion from the hospital. Things between both of them weren’t as tense as a few nights ago.

After she had woken up in his arms, they had breakfast together and he had spent most of the day with her which had included watching more movies and her dozing off a couple of times.

It was still the week she had just returned from the hospital so her strength wasn't back to what it was yet.

Despite the fact that some time had passed, she still wasn’t used to the routine and more often than not, she found herself itching for something to do.

She was used to spending all day cleaning, dusting, setting things up, and now all she did was stay in bed and watch movies. It wasn't refreshing.

She stepped out of the closet dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and her usual tank top. She threw on a loose jacket over her shoulders. The air was getting a little chilly.

"Breakfast is ready," Davian announced as she walked closer.

He was seated on the sofa with his laptop resting on the armrest. He didn't lift his head as he spoke, rather he kept staring at the screen for a moment before he shut it.

"Are you busy?"

Layla felt a pull in her chest. She couldn't help but feel like she was keeping him away from his job. She had tried to tell him he didn't need to be with her all the time but he had insisted he could do his job from home.

"No," he stated as his eyes swept over her.

His gaze lingered on her chest before focusing on her face. Layla blushed slightly. There was a slight difference in her breasts in the past few days. She no longer had any doubts that she was pregnant.

Her breasts were slightly fuller and she also noticed they were a little more sensitive. Her blush deepened at this train of thought.

He stood up still staring at her and walked toward her. He stopped when he was about a foot away from her.

He lifted his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She had to make a conscious effort not to lean closer.

This was the most contact she got recently except when she rolled toward him in her sleep. She was embarrassed to say it had happened two more times since the first time.

He was just so warm and it got incredibly cold at night and no matter how thick the sweater she wore was, it didn't compare to his warmth.

"We will head to the hospital after breakfast."

She carefully nodded so he wouldn't pull his hand away. He had informed her two days ago that they would be going to the hospital. It was both for her health and that of the baby.

"Okay," she replied and he pulled his hand away from her face.

Layla couldn't help the disappointment that showed on her face. He was still nice to her and it was clear things had not changed for him after their fight but she was dissatisfied.

He did everything she wanted. He wasn't inappropriate nor did he ask to kiss her again and Layla was starting to realize that was the problem.

"Let's go," he said and walked forward.

She nodded and walked behind him. She should be happy; this way she could definitely protect her heart and be able to walk away unscathed when it was over but why didn't it feel good?

Davian was attentive as he walked next to her. He was conscious when she slowed and would slow down with her.

She hated every moment of it; she hated how aware she was and more importantly, she hated that despite the firm boundaries she put in place, she knew she was falling for him.

"We are here," he said and held the door open for her to walk in.

He didn't have to do that. He was a Mafia King; he could order her however he liked as he could anyone else in the mansion but he didn't. Instead, he was painfully nice to her.

He was mindful as he led her to her seat and even pulled out her chair as always. She smiled politely as she took her seat but her heart screamed.

Stop being so painfully nice!

They barely conversed during breakfast and after Layla tried to keep her thoughts away from her growing feelings for him but she failed.

After she had eaten to her full, Davian turned to her. "Would you like to wait for some time or should we head out now?"

He lifted his wrist to look at the time. He frowned a little before he pulled his hand away.

"What time is it?" She asked with concern. "Are we late for the appointment?"

"Appointment? No need. Whenever we arrive, we will be received."

"Oh."

"Would you like to go now or later?"

Layla nodded her head. She might as well get this over with. There was no point delaying it for another moment.

It wasn't until she noticed Davian raising a brow that she realized she was supposed to choose which she preferred.

"Now!" She yelled out louder than she intended.

"Alright," he said with an amused expression and stood up.

Her cheeks felt warm, he easily sidetracked her thoughts and she ended up flailing around him. Yet, he didn’t make her embarrassed about that.

He walked towards her seat and stretched out a hand towards her to help her out of her seat. She accepted his hand, ignoring the fact that she noticed how warm his palm was.