Regrets Of A Second Male Lead

Chapter Twenty two:The Fantasia Of Love And Jealousy (6)

How many times had she stared at her husband and child with such a thought in mind? It was getting brighter outside. Before she realized it, the chirping of birds began to fill the silence.

Abel woke up sensing Chloe's gaze. The child blinked several times to chase the sleepiness away.

"Mother..."

"Yes, my dear. Are you awake?"

Chloe hugged him as he reached out to her.

"Are you not sick now?"

Abel asked while toying with his mother's cheeks. The child still seemed anxious. Chloe spoke after kissing her son's little hand.

"Yes, Mother is not sick anymore. I'm sorry I made you worry."

Abel kissed his mother on the cheek with his cute lips.

"I prayed all day yesterday that you wouldn't be sick anymore."

"Oh my, did you? I guess I got better quickly because of my Abel's prayer."

Abel felt relieved to hear Chloe's attentive voice, and he laid his face on Chloe's neck.

Chloe laughed loudly at her son's childishness, which she hadn't seen in a long time. She didn't know what it meant when people called their child 'the apple of their eye', but she found out after giving birth to him.

"Why is my son so pretty? I love you."

Chloe said while squeezing Abel. He murmured in his mother's arms.

"...Mom, what do you think I'd look like if I were a daughter?"

"What?"

Chloe, who didn't participate in the dinner, asked again because she didn't understand what Abel was trying to say.

"Would I be prettier?"

"What are you saying, Abel? That's not what I meant when I said you're pretty."

"Father said..."

It was at that moment.

"Uaah!"

Gerard, who was sleeping beside them, woke up as if he was being chased by something. His green eyes looked around anxiously and stopped on Chloe, who was holding Abel in her arms. Gerard's rough breathing gradually calmed down at the sight which brought peace to his heart.

"Huff... My Lady."

Gerard sighed and called his wife. He was relieved to see her.

"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"

Chloe asked in surprise. She had never seen Gerard sick since they got married. Her husband had such a physique that he didn't get sick at all. However, she thought that he must have gotten sick from running too hard the day before yesterday.

"...No. I had a strange dream."

Gerard shook off his unpleasant dream, brushing back his sweat-soaked hair.

"What kind of dream do you have..."

Chloe carefully put Abel back on the bed. Then she poured water into a cup and handed it to her husband.

"Thank you, my Lady."

Gerard thanked her in a restrained voice and gulped down the water immediately.

"Dad, did you have a scary dream?"

Abel asked while clinging to Gerard's arm. It was puzzling to him that his dad was afraid of something.