Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 44

Ava'S POV

‘But you guys are nothing more than a husband-wife on paper, or maybe a fuck-buddy.' My subconscious counter question.

‘Do you have any feelings for him?' Again, one side of my subconscious asked me,

‘Maybe yes. I do like him, or let us say a little more than liking.' I replied subconsciously.

‘You were always alone in your childhood; you were alone in your teenage years; you were all alone when you entered your youth. So just because getting small affection from anyone makes you feel like you are in love?' My subconscious mocked me.

I came out of a rift. I was battling with both sides of my heart, hearing his melodic voice.

"Hey, he says, looking at me.

I try to speak, but my throat is too dry for my liking, and I need to grease it up with something.

I open my mouth, pressing hard to say something, but no word comes out.

I guess he understood my problem, and with no delay, he took the glass from the side table, and next I saw the glass rim on my lips.

After taking a few small sips and nodding at him, I was done, so he took the glass back and kept it in his place.

‘I am fine.' My voice comes out groggy and low, but audible enough to understand.

A smile broke on his glorious lips, and again, it made my heart melt like ice.

"You scare me, Ava.' He spoke, shaking his head and looking down as if avoiding my eyes.

‘Is he crying?' I thought, looking deeply into his face.

He looked up, and, to my relief, he was not.

"Well, Mr Jensen, that was not a plan, but I guess destiny had his ways of spoiling your plan." I giggle and try to lighten up the environment.

"Nothing can come between my plans, not even destiny." He replied cockily. But determination and honesty were visible in his eyes.

"What happened?" Ignoring his cocky smirk, I asked to change the subject.

He tightened his hold on my hand and closed his eyes. It shows how difficult it is for him to talk about this incident.

"Once we finished the dancing, we handed down the podium, but before we got down, the chandelier fell on people." I gasped at hearing this.

I remember my cry. People cry.

"To the grace of God, we are both almost out of the area where the chandelier fell, but still, the corner of the chandelier fell on your shoulder." Hearing this, I suddenly felt pain in my shoulder.

See how the mentality works? I was all fine a few minutes ago, but the moment I got to know, my shoulder was injured. I am feeling unbearable pain. I wanted to laugh at this.

I looked at my side, and the left side of my shoulder had some bandage—I think plaster—on it.

"So, I got a fracture?" I asked the matter of fact.

He nodded in agreement, and I nodded back.

"Is there someone else also injured in this accident?" I know people were crying, and many people were there on the stage apart from us.

"It was a massive accident, Ava; seven people are dead and nineteen are injured, of which four are still serious." He was looking guilty.

"Mrs Pereira was one of them." He says this, still looking down.

And then I remembered I had heard Mrs Pereira's voice, or, let us say, cried. Cry in pain and fear of losing Mrs Pereira.

Who thought they were celebrating their last moments together while dancing?

A tear dropped from my eyes. I cleaned it before Blake saw it.

"Hey, it is not your fault," I said, getting up a little and going close to him.

"It is my fault. It was my event. I would have been more careful." He shakes his head disappointedly.