Chapter 223: The Man In The Ward
Erik felt that his heart was about to burst with anticipation. Aryana finally remembered him! He had waited for this for a long time and he can barely contain his excitement. That look in her eyes reminded him of how she would look at him after they were done making love.
However, Erik’s happiness was short-lived. Aryana closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Erik wanted to hug her tight and kiss her deeply but he restrained himself. He did not want to disturb Amaya’s sleep. He sat on the chair beside her bedside and studied her face for a long time. Her long dark eyelashes cast a shadow on the cheek below her eyes. Her face has become rounder and her nose seemed to have grown bigger. His gaze landed on their interlocked fingers. He could not remember when Aryana grabbed his hand but he felt a warmth of comfort spread from his hand and enveloped his entire being.
He remembered the countless lonely nights he spent after she went missing. At some point in time, he almost accepted the fact that indeed she died and he thought that he went crazy. A month after, she went missing, he visited Robert’s grave in Greenheights and bared his tormented soul in front of his tombstone. He hated himself for he was not able to protect Aryana. He begged Robert to forgive him for his carelessness.
But Aryana was very alive. He could smell her sweet scent. He moved his face close to her face and landed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his face.
Aryana stirred. Erik straightened his back and waited and waited for her to wake up. To his disappointment, Aryana continued to sleep deeply. In the end, he fell asleep. His head was on the edge of the bed and he was using his arms as pillows.
Aryana woke up at dawn. She remembered that she dreamt about the father of her child. He was watching over her at the hospital bed and he was gently stroking her belly when the baby kicked. He laughed heartily. Aryana tried to look at his face but unfortunately, it was blurry. It seemed like a there was a hazy fog that covered his face and Aryana could not see clearly.
She looked toward her left and she froze when she saw that there was a man sitting on the chair and his head was on the edge of the bed. His hair even touched the side of Arayna’s belly.
She relaxed when she recognized him as Ken, her bodyguard, and nurse that her grandfather hired for him.
Aryana tapped his head gently. He looked uncomfortable in the chair.