The Billionaire Alpha's Secret Baby novel Chapter 7

Was this the tiny flat the blurry faced woman was talking about? I wondered with confusion as I couldn't hear a sound coming from anywhere.

It was really tiny, with every part of the walls painted white, making the room look bigger than it actually was. It was extremely tidied, for a small apartment, and smelled nice. A tall closet equally painted white was facing the bed I was lying on with a well-organized shoe rack standing close to it.

I couldn't help been extremely observant whenever I was in a new environment.

Did she really bring me to her home? How on earth did she do that?

That means, she risked her life to save mine. She might not understand what she did but I do.

And what about Rivera my driver? I clutched my eyes tightly, praying to whomever was listening for him to be safe and alive.

I couldn't just sit here and keep asking questions no one could actually answer.

With that resolve, I forced my body up, with my hands leaning into the fluffy bed, so soft that my body sank inside, making it difficult for me to get up.

The bed creaked noisily protesting at my weight. I finally sat down on my butt, tentatively testing my limbs to check if anywhere was broken, then raised my right hand to my head to see if there was any injury sustained there.

My hand met a heavy plaster at the left side of my forehead, earning a frustrated groan from me. My limps were doing fine, however, I could still feel a severe discomfort at my ribs. It ached like hell. My head wasn't an exception. It felt as though it would fall off. I couldn't see my face but I was sure there were countless bruises plastered on it.

Those assaulters had a field day on me.

The door of the room open unexpectedly, jostling me out of my hazy self-examination.

"Hey there" came a serious voice from behind me, and the memory of the last time I heard the voice came flooding into my mind. "How are you feeling?" the voice asked approaching me.

My body tensed suddenly, as the person moved closer till she came into view. She stood in front of me, a pair of stunning china-blue eyes peering down at me with worried lines creased on her forehead.

It was the blurry faced woman. The person who came to my rescue. She was standing before me and I could finally see her face.

I was correct after all, she had a dark hair. A dark wavy hair that exposed her striking features. She was on a simple house wear- an extra-large round neck polo and shorts, but that didn't debunk her attractive body and even her bare toes that clung to the rug on the floor was beautiful.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked raising her voice a few decibels, dragging me out of my awe-stricken daze.

I couldn't let out any words. My thoughts faltered, my throat refused to corporate, then it dawned on me that I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be seen by this beautiful stranger whose agenda was unknown.

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