Chapter 12: Fine.
No matter which angle Dominic looked at it, what Miriam said was impossible. Heaven? Cooking for him and his son? Ridiculous.
She would rather kill herself than offer them a glass of water.
That was how terrible Heaven's reputation was, and no one could blame Dominic for doubting Miriam. He knew Miriam wished nothing but the best for their little family. But then again, he knew Miriam wouldn't lie about such a thing.
Dominic silently watched Heaven eat her food from the side of the bed. She was already awake when he returned to the hospital and was now quietly eating her food.
'Why is he here again?'Heaven asked herself. She could feel her head throb, but she forced herself to eat the porridge under his intense and watchful gaze.
Heaven turned her head a little to the other side to avoid his eyes. It was disorienting when someone was watching you eat. How could she properly digest or enjoy her food if someone was looking at her as if he was wishing for her to choke on it?
Not to mention, this prolonged silence between them was suffocating. Silence for the new Heaven used to be so precious as it was rare. However, this type of silence just felt heavy, unsettling, not peaceful.
'Anyway, why am I so scared?'She thought to herself yet again, knitting her brows. 'I am already desperate. Doing nothing will not help nor treading on eggshells will change his mind.'
Heaven slowly straightened her back and turned her head in his direction. Dominic was still looking at her. His eyes were fixed on hers the moment their eyes met. His eyes bespoke of deep thought, but conscious enough that she, too, was looking at him.