Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“A nightmare. I didn’t get soup. I still had jobs to do. There was no time to be ill.”
“That’s not good,” Chloe said.
“My father was building his reputation, and he didn’t have time for a weak son. My mom was already losing her mind at the time, so she was useless in taking care of anyone. I like this, Chloe. Would you do this for our children?”
“Yes, I would.”
She wanted to have his children. She wanted to be a mother so badly, but she hadn’t told him that. Even though she wanted to stay angry with him for hurting her, for lying to her, at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to be. What was the point?
She loved him.
Yes, that love had developed out of lies, but at the same time it hadn’t. Roman was the same guy. The only difference was his last name and his associations. Other than that, nothing was different. She noticed he never smiled for anyone. The only person he smiled for was her.
He flirted and teased, which was no different. If anyone was around, he’d just be himself, and she had come to see that.
As much as she wanted to be angry with him and demand a divorce, or force him to leave her alone, she really didn’t want to.
Roman was still Roman, and she had fallen in love with him.
She finished feeding him the soup and he placed a hand to his stomach.
“Are you going to be sick?”
“No, no, I think I’d like a little more soup.”
“I’ll be right back,” she said, getting to her feet. She ladled out some more soup. She’d turned the stove off, but made sure to put the lid on the pan, keeping it nice and warm.
Returning to the bedroom, she saw Roman had snuggled back down into the bed, and was softly snoring. He looked so cute and adorable as he slept.
Chloe sighed. She had already changed the spoon, so she lowered down into the chair and began to eat the bowl of soup she had gotten for him. As she did, she closed her eyes, feeling the essence of her mother surround her.
She knew her mother wouldn’t approve of Roman’s associations with the Zaitsev Bratva, but she also knew her mother would definitely approve of him when it came to her feelings. She couldn’t hide the fact she loved him. That love wasn’t easy to hide.
Even now, taking care of him was a pleasure to her. She loved being with him. Did it make her a bad person?
She finished the soup and carried the bowl back to the sink. Chloe grabbed several containers from the drawer, cleaned them along with the lids, and ladled the soup into the containers. She left the tops off to allow it to cool. She was sure to make a note and stick it to each lid, indicating what she made. Again, this was something her mother did. Once they were cool, she placed the ones they didn’t need into the freezer, and placed the leftovers that didn’t fit into a container into the fridge.
Once everything was clean, she went and took a proper shower, changed into a pair of pajamas, and then settled into the chair in the bedroom, watching over Roman. She loved him so much. This love could not be wrong.
Within the hour of watching him, Roman woke up, and she had to help him to the bathroom. She rubbed his back as he threw up the soup, and he even moaned as he did so.
“I hate this,” he said.
Once he was done, she brushed his teeth for him and then helped him back into bed. He was so out of it, but he grabbed her arm, held her tightly, and pulled her close.
“I do love you.”
“What?” she asked.
Had she heard him right? No, that couldn’t be possible. She must not have heard him right.
“Roman?”
He was already fast asleep.
He loved her?
What did that mean?
Chapter Ten
One Month Later
Chloe had skipped her period.
Roman made a note of her time of the month, and she hadn’t asked for more sanitary towels or feminine products. The first time she had to ask him for them, she’d been so embarrassed, although he didn’t mind. It was part of Chloe and the most natural thing in the world.
It had been a month since she had taken care of him as well. Roman didn’t know what had happened during that time, as it had been a blur. Chloe had told him she’d fed him soup and he complained a lot. He refused to believe he complained about anything. There was no way he’d do such a thing. He wasn’t a big baby. He was a full-grown man and could handle any sickness.
Standing in Zaitsev’s office, waiting for him to arrive, Roman didn’t quite know why the boss had called him in. It was rare for him to have a meeting with Zaitsev. In fact, the last time had been over Chloe. Zaitsev had told him to handle it, and that he didn’t have the time to deal with such nonsense. So, he’d taken care of it—not quite in the way Zaitsev had wanted him to, but it was done. Chloe was not a problem anymore. She wouldn’t be taken seriously now that she was married to him. Not that she was taken seriously before.