Chapter 139: ~Hellbound~
Derek’s words were laced with affectionate mockery as he affectionately teased . "You’re a dummy, girl. Why are you making this face? It didn’t happen to . It’s just a minor cut."
His nonchalant tone only seed to intensify my concern, and I found myself gripping his hands tightly. There was a deep well of emotions bubbling within , and I couldn’t help but let them spill out.
"He’s in the hospital now," I acknowledged, taking a mont to process the information. Derek listened attentively, his eyes locked onto mine as if searching for any trace of worry or doubt.
With that single, unwavering look, he shattered the walls around my heart. In his eyes, I saw not only concern but a profound connection. I realized that in Derek, I had found a sanctuary, a place where I could let go of my fears and insecurities.
"Cough! Cough!" I sputtered, my throat raw and my body trembling from the intensity of the mont.
The position I had taken, sitting on his lap, was undeniably intimate, and the chemistry between us was palpable. The desire and connection between us had been simring, and it was ready to boil over.
Thrills coursed through my body as his touch sent shivers down my spine. Every mont with Derek was electric, igniting a fire within
that I couldn’t ignore. As I let go of my grasp, my gaze locked onto his, and I found myself captivated by the intensity of his eyes.
"What are you up to?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.
As I finally t his gaze, my heart began to nd.
But before I could finish my sentence, Derek interrupted, determination in his voice. "Let
make chicken soup for you."
My mind was racing with thoughts, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had taken hold of . Sothing was amiss, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I’d missed my nstrual cycle, and the implications of that fact were starting to weigh heavily on . Could it be possible? The re thought sent a shiver down my spine.
"Did you know that you are also soone’s happiness?" Derek’s question was a revelation, and I found myself looking at him with wide eyes. In the midst of my own turmoil, I had never considered the possibility that I could bring happiness to soone’s life.
"Elena." Derek’s voice, filled with determination, broke through my defenses. He held my chin gently and forced
to et his gaze. His eyes, filled with an intensity of emotion, locked onto mine.
Derek glanced at , his eyes filled with concern. "Let
call Lucy."
"It’s all right now," I whispered, steadying myself as I stepped out of the bathroom. Derek was there to support , his strong arm wrapped around mine, guiding
carefully to the bed.
"I’m okay, Derek. I have vomited once," I assured him, trying to downplay the situation.
Derek, however, was not easily swayed. He asked, "Did you eat anything?"
As I nestled against his chest, he suggested, "You should stay here for a while." The idea was tempting; the allure of his comforting presence almost too hard to resist. I agreed, knowing that the refuge of his arms was where I longed to be.
He simply disregarded my advice, as if there was no other option. "Today, I’ll prepare the soup for you," he declared before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
I clutched Derek’s arm with both hands, seeking comfort and reassurance in his presence. He sat
down on the bed and picked up the phone, a sense of urgency in his movents.
Lucy was urged by Derek to co ho as soon as possible. I knew they were concerned about , but I couldn’t help feeling that this was a situation best dealt with privately.
"What happened?" he asked softly, "Everything is okay now." His grip on
tightened as if to reassure
that I was not alone in facing whatever weighed on my heart.
Derek’s response was imdiate, a fervent lant for the self-bla that weighed on my soul. "You can’t say that it’s you, and it happened because of you," he insisted. His words were a balm for my wounded spirit, a reminder that I should not bear the guilt of the past alone.
Derek nodded quietly, his grip around
growing even tighter. But then, in a mont of intimacy, he nipped at my earlobe and whispered, "Elena," in a husky, affectionate tone.
"Shut up," he said as he drew
to his chest. He probably doesn’t want his blushing face to be seen.
"Elena, no. Don’t hold anything against yourself," Derek said, his voice resolute and filled with compassion. His unwavering support was a lifeline I clung to in my darkest monts.
"Elena, what’s the matter?"
"Elena," Derek began, and his voice carried a mix of emotion and tenderness. But I was hesitant to et his eyes. His question hung in the air, a silent plea for
to confront my own feelings.
"Derek." I hesitantly called his na, a sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.
"Elena," he called out in a tense voice, his hand gently assisting
in moving my hair. I coughed and choked, my body rebelling against the sudden bout of sickness. Derek’s anxiety was evident as he hovered nearby, desperately seeking answers.
Then he broke the silence, his words asured and calm. "I dropped him off at the hospital, Elena. I apologize for not informing you," Derek admitted. My heart swelled with gratitude and relief. Paul was safe, and the burden of worry that had been pressing down on
began to lift.
But there was sothing that had been weighing on my mind—a question that needed an answer. "Okay, but please tell
where Paul is," I inquired. Derek’s reaction was a mont of silence, a brief pause that left
with a hint of unease.
A warm smile broke across my face, a rare and genuine expression of joy. Derek’s vulnerability and the depth of his care had touched
in a way I had never expected. "Don’t be sad," I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness and affection.
In my mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had brought suffering to those around . Here, I was seen as the harbinger of chaos and despair, the one who carried the burden of darkness. It was a heavy weight to bear.
The words ca tumbling out, my voice quivering with the weight of the confession. "Everyone bears the cost of my actions. If I hadn’t dragged my mother to the park that day, she would be alive today. I’m to bla for her death," I explained, the words heavy on my tongue. The pain of that loss was a burden I carried with
every day.
Paul was on the path to recovery, embarking on a new Chapter in his life. It was a fresh start for him, and I couldn’t help but think that perhaps it was ti for
to do the sa, to start a new life with Derek.
With a gentle command, he urged
to look at him—a gesture of assurance. He was unyielding in his resolve, determined to ensure that I knew the sincerity of his concern.
I frowned, feeling a mix of gratitude and stubbornness. "Please don’t," I pleaded.
I averted my gaze, my voice hushed as I confessed, "You are the only person I can trust after my mother." The vulnerability in my words hung in the air, a testant to the depth of my feelings.
I couldn’t help but share another truth, another wound that ached in my heart. "My father believes the sa thing, Derek," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of their bla, the belief that I was responsible for the tragedies that had befallen our family—was a heavy cross to bear.
But just as Derek was about to lean in for a kiss, a wave of nausea overca , and I abruptly leaped from his lap, making a dash for the bathroom. Derek was close on my heels, concern etched into his features.
I sighed, knowing that arguing with Derek when he had made up his mind was often a fruitless endeavor. I lay back on the bed, my thoughts filled with wondering what would happen.
I hesitated, my head still lowered, but suddenly, Derek pulled
closer to him. My face was pressed against his chest, and I buried my emotions in the safety of his embrace. I didn’t want to face the world at this mont; I didn’t want to acknowledge the pain that seed to follow
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I reassured him, "Please don’t apologize. I understand you were busy, so maybe that’s why you didn’t have ti to speak." A smile crept onto my lips, an expression of understanding and gratitude. It was Derek’s actions that truly mattered, and he had ensured Paul’s safety and well-being.
I shook my head. "No, just—"
He turned his attention back to , his expression filled with a mixture of love and reassurance. "Everything will be alright, darling," he said, his words ant to soothe my fears. But my face had turned pale after hearing his words, the weight of the situation pressing down on .
"I’m glad you took him to the hospital. I’m hoping he’ll get better soon." The words held a mixture of emotions, the emptiness that Paul’s absence brought and the relief that he was out of harm’s way. I wished for him to find happiness and a brighter future.
To be continued
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