Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 43

After some time, bidding had started, and I almost lost my breath hearing the number of people bidding, and my dear husband was not one of them. I was gulping the lump that was forming and looking ahead, pretending as if it did not affect me, but well, reality is the complete opposite.

Gosh, how can these people blow so much money in a few seconds? Hats off to them!

After the soft music started, a few people went to the stage to dance, and a few went to have their dinner.

"May I have the pleasure to dance with you?" I look up, hearing Blake's voice.

Sure." Smiling, I got up, and we went toward the podium hand in hand.

Hostel life has taught me many things, and dance is one of them.

Soft music was playing, and we started swaying our bodies in rhythm. I was looking at his sharp features, and his bluish-grey eyes were looking intensely at me, or, to be precise, my lips.

I again smirked, thinking about his plan.

"You are not serious about tonight, Mrs. Jensen, are you?" He asked me to pull him close to me.

"I never joke, Mr. Jensen," I said, keeping my chin high.

"Did anyone ever tell you you are a seductress?" He said this, coming close to my ear. Our cheeks are touching each other, and his lips are intensely touching my skin.

"That is news for me," I said, tilting my head to the other side and giving him some more space.

"What can I do to change your mind?" He asked to pull me more, if possible.

"Ahaa So business tycoon Mr. Jensen is on to make a deal, hmm?" I asked, looking at him.

Yup." He pressed the P.

"Ok, how about we reach home and think of something that benefits both of us? I asked, smirking.

"Sounds like a plan." He replied.

The song has stopped, and so has our footstep. "Now come on, I cannot wait to grab the deal today."

He was about to walk past, but suddenly we heard the glass shatter all around, and before I could understand it, it was dark everywhere.

Looking in the dark, my heartbeat sped up, and I felt a sudden pain. But I was not getting what was happening. So many noises were hitting my ears back-to-back. People were crying in pain, maybe out of fear or something.

I tried to look around, but it was too hard to even see your hand.

"Blake?" I panic suddenly after not having his presence around.

"Sea…nn.." I stutter; the fear of losing one more loved one engulfs me and shivers me to the core.

I cannot hear anything. Just the sound of people shouting and their cries was the only noise hitting me hard. I know these voices very well. I know this is how you cry when you lose someone dear to you.

But again, who is crying? I know this voice. I have heard it before. But where??

I tried to look here and there, and a few rays of light started hitting my eyes one by one.

I try to concentrate on what it is, but my energy is too low to understand, I guess.

I could feel my breathing becoming uneven, and fear was not helping either.

My body is forcing me to close my eyes, but I want to look for Blake.

I am strong. I need to be strong. I need to look for Blake. I kept on chanting and huffing.

I try to get up, but my body is not ready to support me. I am feeling some pain, but I do not know where. I guess it was more fear than pain. So I took a deep breath and again tried to get up, but suddenly the hall lit up again.

I closed my eyes due to the sudden lights, opened them again, and looked around.

I wanted to get on my feet, but there were a few tubes connected to me with some machine near me that was beeping, and the sound was increasing. Honestly, nothing was helping me soothe my panic.

I noticed the door flew open, and a bunch of people ran towards me, and with their clothes, I could tell they were doctors and nurses.

I was looking at them helplessly, wanting to know about Blake, but I could not form the words out of my mouth, and tears streamed down towards my hair locks.

"What is wrong?" I heard the voice I was eager to hear, and then I saw his beautiful face.

His dominant aura had made the room silent, and my heart was flattered by looking at him.

I felt pure contentment the moment I saw him.

My eyes had stuck on him, and everything around me had become invisible to my eyes.

His eyes held mine, and he wheeled towards me, not breaking the blissful contact we were having.

"I guess she must have panicked." The doctor spoke, I guess.

My eyes were snug to his face, and I traveled to his body for confirmation that he was well enough.

Someone slowly took the oxygen mask from my face. I smiled a little when he reached for me and held my hands.

His shirt was crimped, and his hair was messy. His eyes were red, and it seemed like he had not slept in ages.

‘Is he worried about me?' I thought about looking at his state.

‘But no one has worried about you ever. Then how come he is worried?' My other side of the subconscious questions me.

‘Does he have some kind of feeling for me?' I thought, still looking at his face.