Chapter 389 I Have Nothing To Say
After dinner was ready, I went to the study and stood outside the room for a long time in a state of exhilaration. Finally, I knocked.
“Come in,” Michael said right after.
When I entered and saw him reading some documents, I didn’t know what to say.
“What is it?” he asked emotionlessly while looking at me after I said nothing.
“I-I just wanted to ask you to go downstairs to have dinner together,” I whispered.
“Okay. I got it.”
I was a little disappointed by his response. I missed the time when he would treat me with affection before the incident with Josephine.
“Then, I’ll go down first.” I left the room.
Right then, I didn’t know what else to say to him anymore. To him, I was a stranger living under his roof.
At the dining table, the two of us sat across from each other and ate. However, it wasn’t the same as last time. We were happy then. All that was left between us was emptiness.
“How are things at the company lately? Have you been busy?” I asked to break the ice. I didn’t want things to continue like this between us.
“Yeah.”
One word. It was as if he felt it was a waste of his time to talk to me.
I looked at his handsome face briefly before I lowered my head and continued eating.
“Are we going to stay like this forever? Have you thought about how we should get along in the future?” Finally, I mustered the courage to ask him.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Michael raised his head to look at me, frowning. A second later, he said, “We’ll talk about us next time. I don’t have the time or mood to think about that now.”
There was a hint of impatience in his voice. He knew what I wanted. Maybe he still can’t bring himself to forgive me for what happened.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t devastated by his words. We were once happy and loved each other very much.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you when you’re feeling better.” I forced a smile as I tried to stop my tears from flowing.
After dinner, I cleaned things up and went into my room. Meanwhile, Michael went back to the study. I didn’t know if he would come into my room, but I hoped he would.
Time passed. It was almost eleven o’clock, but there was still no sign of Michael. I was disappointed. Are we going to be like this forever?
I lay in bed and dozed off. In my sleep, I thought I heard the door opening and the familiar footsteps.
It’s Michael! He’s here!
I opened my eyes excitedly in hopes of seeing him, but the room remained empty. Did I imagine it? I let out a bitter chuckle.
That’s expected. He was still treating me coldly earlier. There’s no way he’ll want to sleep with me in the same bed now.
As expected, he didn’t come into the bedroom that night.
The next morning, I went downstairs after I washed up.
“Good morning, Mrs. Shaw. Your breakfast is ready. Please go and eat something,” the two housekeepers greeted me.
“Thank you. Where’s Michael? Didn’t you inform him breakfast is ready?” I asked softly as I glanced at the study.
“Mr. Shaw isn’t home. He left early in the morning.”
My heart sank when I heard that.
The food was tasteless when I ate alone. Every passing second was torture.
Before I knew it, four or five days had gone by in a flash.
I looked out the window. The wind howled as the downpour beat against the window panels. Flashes of lightning accompanied the roars of thunder. The sight of rain made me feel depressed. Meanwhile, Michael was still sleeping in the study. Although it was only a few steps away from my room, the distance between us grew.
I lay on my bed and tried to sleep so that I’ll forget everything. It was the best time to sleep during the rain. Soon, I dozed off. However, around midnight, my tummy started to hurt.
The pain woke me up. At that time, I was already covered in sweat. I had a feeling the baby was coming.
The contraction worsened. To be honest, I was terrified. Although every woman experienced childbirth, the pain still terrified me.
I tried to endure the pain as I stood up to get a glass of water in the room to calm myself down. Fortunately, the contraction subsided for a bit. Before my mouth came into contact with the glass, the pain returned. In an instant, it slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.
I placed my hand over my bump and squatted down. Blood drained from my face because of the pain. I had never felt this agony before in my entire life.
I slowly got up as I breathed through the pain and walked toward the bed. All this while, my hand was still placed over my bump. Suddenly, I remembered Michael was in the study.
Before I got to the bed, he had rushed into the room. When I saw him, I let out a relieved breath and sat on the floor. The pain was too overwhelming.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” he asked and walked toward me in big strides while looking at me worriedly.
“My stomach hurts. I think it’s time,” I said through the pain as I grabbed his hand.
I instantly felt aggrieved when I saw his worried expression. Michael, I thought you’ don’t love me anymore!
“We’re going to the hospital now!” he said and carried me. After putting me in the back seat, he sped toward the hospital.
It was still raining heavily when we left. Judging by how fast he was driving, it was obvious he was nervous.
The pain became unbearable as it intensified. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in agony.
It was excruciating. I finally understood how every mother felt when they were about to give birth.
