The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback Chapter 47: Ch 47: Worrying News

Jenna’s pov

The wait in my room was maddening. I wanted to open the door and walk out confidently. But I was not sure if I had the courage to do that.

Not many people in my life had believed in and trusted like Damian had. So to have him talk to coldly was a shock to . In my mind, I knew that it was a possibility, but once it beca reality, it all hit .

My hands were shaking even now, wondering what was going to happen.

’And the look that woman gave ...’

It was a look that told that she thought of even lower than dirt. It was a familiar look, so it did not hurt much. But still...I could not say that it felt good as well.

I remained seated in silence until ti passed and soone softly knocked at my door.

"Jenna, it’s ti for dinner."

Damian’s voice greeted and I imdiately stepped toward the door to open it for him...and then froze in my steps. I realized that I was acting too much like an eager puppy, waiting for his master to co back.

"Jenna..."

He called out again and I decided that it did not matter.

Even if I was acting like a puppy, that was fine. At least there was still soone on my side. For now, that was the most important part for and I needed to fight hard to keep things this way.

"Is your guest gone?"

I asked as soon as the door opened fully. Damian imdiately stepped forward and blocked my view of the corridor. I imdiately looked up to see what kind of face he was making, but it was too late.

By the ti I did that, his expression had turned back into his neutral one.

"Let’s go have dinner now."

Damian told , dropping hints that he no longer wanted to talk about this topic. So I decided to follow his lead as well and stopped talking about it...for now.

The chef was just about finished preparing our food when we reached downstairs. He plated the last of the dishes and handed us the plate.

I knew that there was a chef hired to cook for Damian and I, but this was my first ti eting him.

"Boss, the food is here. I heard Lady Lisa was around. Was she here to talk about your engagent again?"

The chef asked, only to get an angry glare from Damian.

Now I felt curious as well. This felt like a topic I should know about.

I imdiately turned to look at Damian, wondering what he would say about this, but he had gone completely stiff as soon as this topic was brought up.

"Chef...."

His voice was warning enough for the chef to stop speaking. But the chef gave an almost sorry look which I felt like I needed to know about.

Unfortunately, I did not get to ask much because Damian ushered the chef out before I was done eating and then pretended as if nothing had happened.

’Is he...not going to explain anything about who ca to et him...or the chef’s fiancée comnt? Should I ask him about it?’

A part of said yes...but a bigger part of told that I should not do that. Our relationship was built on our mutual interest in bringing Harvour Industries down and once that was done, we would beco strangers once more.

Of course, our partnership and...relationship would also co to an end...

’My feelings have no room in all of this...’

That was what I told myself. But my thoughts and my emotions were not on the sa wavelength.

I went back to my room with a heavy heart and even my steps felt heavy. My emotions were affecting physically now...which was not good. I needed to be healthy in order to take my revenge.

"Hey...are you alright—"

Damian caught my arm as I wobbled and almost fell down. I blinked up at him as he caught . His strong arms were the only thing preventing my face from hitting the ground.

"I...am fine...? I think..."

Well, thinking was getting difficult at this point and the whole world kept going in and out of focus for . There was sothing clearly wrong with , but I could not tell what...

"Ouch—! You are burning up. Do you have a fever? Did you overexert yourself...? And why is your hair wet? Did you not dry it properly?"

Damian sounded panicked as he helped back to my bed. He looked quite worried for , which made feel a little better about the situation. But that did not last long because my head started to pound.

’Ah, why did I fall sick...’

It must have been the shower that made fall sick.

"Hey, hold this under your tongue. I will call for a doctor..."

Damian shoved the thermoter under my tongue and started to dial a number. He looked panicked...and for a good reason.

I was his partner in cri, and I was sure that my absence would affect his plans. He could not afford to let get hurt at this point.

’Ah...! It feels good. Being needed by Damian feels good. I-I need to assure him that I won’t abandon him...’

Reaching out toward Damian was a task and a half. My body refused to move as I commanded it to do.

’Weird...I was not feeling this weak until I went to dinner. Did sothing I ate cause an allergy...?’

A tiny part of told that it might be because of the ’upsetting’ news that I heard, but surely that could not be the reason I was sick right now. It must have been the bath and the stress...of everything. Not just that news.

"-get here fast. I will pay for extra...do you need sothing...?"

Damian asked as I successfully managed to tug at his clothes and make him turn my way.

"Don’t worry. I will be...cough...just fine. I still have a job to do."

I assured Damian, trying to calm him down. But instead of looking relieved, he looked even more worried. Just why was he so worried in the first place?

I wanted to ask more but my eyes felt too heavy and I fell asleep before I got an answer from him.