Chapter 73 Chapter 73
HENDEIX’S POV
“Can you love me?”
THOSE WORDS cut deep inside me, remembering the reason why I started all of this. I glanced at my trusted secretary once more, and all I could see on his face was dismay. Good thing Mori had fallen deeply asleep before I answered her question.
She settled on my chest, and I couldn’t bring her down to the back seat, so I just sat like that, carrying her like a baby. Roen sat in the driver’s seat, while his twin sister bowed her head to get inside the separate car initially prepared for Mori. She was supposed to bring my wife to the Sky Villa, while I should be returning back to my office. There were still many tasks piled up that needed to be completed. And it increased because, once again, I was gone yesterday for an entire day due to my eagerness over this woman sleeping in my arms.
I glanced at the rearview mirror before speaking. “What is it? I’ve been seeing you staring at me for a while now, Roen.”
“I apologize, Mr. Lavarre. I just can’t help but be worried, especially about her request.”
I hissed. “There’s nothing to worry about her request. I know where I stand in her life.”
I averted my gaze through the window. All I could see was darkness, just like my path—unsure of what’s about to happen. Even if I tried to calculate everything just to be certain, this woman right here is unpredictable. Since I met her—no, since I saw that picture of us—I kept pointing my nose where it didn’t belong. And that’s where it brought me… to becoming the husband of a stranger.
I heaved a short, deep sigh to settle my thoughts, but the little snores of my woman solemnly distracted me. I found her cute, and even if she reeked of alcohol, I still wanted to kiss her pouty lips.
Roen noticed that and cleared his throat. “Mr. Lavarre, you shouldn’t fall for her,” he reminded me firmly. “You are bound to hurt her soon, so you should not attach yourself deeply.”
“I know…” I replied faintly, but he continued speaking.
“Remember why you started all of this, Mr. Lavarre. You still have to prove yourself to your father.”
I clenched my teeth, and the bitter memories returned to me—all those humiliations and merciless abuse…
“We don’t want to waste this chance, Mr. Lavarre. It is a miracle you found someone who cured you, so you should do it as soon as possible,” he added while still steering the wheel.
“The plan is still the plan, Roen,” I stated while clenching my jaw, following up on the secrets I had been keeping. “I’ll impregnate this woman so I’ll have an heir—to prove to my father that I am not an incompetent and impotent son.”
Roen was left speechless by my last words. He simply continued driving until we arrived at the Sky Villa.
I gently laid Mori down on our soft bed. I wiped her clean and dressed her before fixing the blanket over her. I stared at her for a moment and once again remembered her plea earlier when we met. I could admit—I was worried. If the bartender hadn’t called to inform me that Mori was there again, I wouldn’t have arrived immediately.
And I knew why Roen was anxious. Because every time I heard news about my wife, I abandoned the things I was supposed to do. I made Mori my top priority in just a short span of time. I didn’t know if it was because I got used to it during our honeymoon—a whole week when all I had to do was think about her and be with her.
“Huz…”
My thoughts were cut off when I heard Mori call out to me.
“Yes, wife?” I asked, but she didn’t answer. She still seemed to be sleeping soundly and only uttered my name. Is she dreaming?
“Huz…” she called again.
I leaned my head closer to her lips, and what she mumbled sent a dozen electric shocks down my spine.
“Please love me… hmm?”
I glanced at her, full of weariness. “Why? Do you love me too?” I tried to talk to her, but she only answered with a hum. “Hmm…”
“If I let myself love you, can you handle it?” I asked, as if my secretary’s reminders were not enough.
I stroked her hair and smelled it. I even closed my eyes to memorize the scent. She used the shampoo I bought for her…
“If I started loving you while carrying out my plans, would it be less painful for you?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she simply turned away from me. The blanket slipped, revealing her smooth, fair shoulder. I caressed it and kissed it—firmly, as if I no longer wanted to let go. I even rested my head against her neck and inhaled her scent once more.
God, Mori, you are driving me insane. Your request is not that hard to fulfill.