Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 49

Ava'S POV

‘I must get some gifts as well for him. But what?' I thought while keeping my finger on my chin.

My stomach again growled and told me to feed him. So I left that thought to decide later and went to the washroom to freshen up, feed myself something, and look for Blake as well.

I do not know whether he has eaten anything.

I went down toward the kitchen. The lights were dim in the entire house, but enough for me to know where to go.

I believe the staff must be sleeping in their quarters. I hope I will find something in the fridge to eat, or else, with one hand, things will be very difficult for me to make.

But luckily, there was a bowl of pasta waiting for me, and it felt like they were calling me and asking me to eat it. All... lol.

I instantly warmed it up some and, with no delay, I sat on the breakfast stool and started relishing them, and once I was done, I kept the bowl in the sink and looked for Blake.

‘Such a meaning you are. First, you satisfy your hunger, and then you are thinking about Blake. My mind is mocked.

‘Well, I believe self-healing comes first. Call me selfish; I do not care.' I reply to my mind, shrugging my shoulders.

But again, I am not mean. So I again warmed up some more for him and padded towards his study, where I assumed I could find him, and I was right.

While knocking slowly, I peeked in and saw a reading light on, and some files were open on the table.

A body was launching onto the chair with glasses on, and a slightly open mouth was giving me a sign of a person sleeping.

I padded towards him, and small snoring sounds were prominent in the room. My bunny slippers made some sounds while I was walking towards him.

Keeping the bowl on the table, I give proper attention to anything but an innocent face.

I so wanted to click the picture of him, but sadly, I had forgotten my phone in my room. But my intelligent mind worked fast, and I looked for his phone, and to my luck, I was on the table and wasting no time. I clicked a few pictures before he got up or changed his position.

I bit my lips while clicking the picture of his open mouth and glasses hanging on his nose.

But then I somehow felt bad. I know how much work pressure he has. It is difficult to take care of such a big company.

Keeping the phone back on the table, I tried to take his glasses off, but to my disappointment, this small moment broke his sleep.

"Hey" Closing his mouth, he spoke in a groggy voice.

"Hi," I said while taking a seat on the table and running my fingers through his hair.

"When did you come?" He said to take my hand in his.

"Just now. Sorry, I woke you up." I said it in a low voice.

"Oh, no, do not worry about that." He said this while nuzzling my hand.