The Billionaire's Fragile Bride

53. DO YOU HATE ME NOW?

Chapter dedication goes to ankiee123 and ArleneVelma

Two weeks later

Over the days, her morning sicknesses had augmented in all forms.

From vomiting almost every passing hour to nonchalantly dropping on the couch and drifting into sleep at the slightest opportunity she got.

Orla concluded maybe it was finally time for her to come to grips with the fact that she really was pregnant—with Callan's child. Though difficult news to swallow down her throat, it was her reality now.

Stupefaction had been her acquaintance for days. Callan was in another part of the world, off on a business trip, and she was at home, alone.

Not sure what she wanted out of her life...

As much as she wanted to steer clear of him, she dangerously craved his presence now. Nothing made sense when he wasn't with her. Nothing did.

She brushed aside his calls and texts whenever they popped on her screen and still didn't deem it necessary to tell him that she had a life growing inside of her, a life they made together.

After that day she met with Sophia, she'd been receiving incessant texts from her, badgering her to let them meet up with their family.

Sophia was ready to face her family now, but Orla was too pissed to acknowledge her messages. She was still hurt that Sophia knew what happened but hid it to herself for such a long time.

What was the point of letting the cat out of the bag now? Things were already destroyed beyond repair. No one would believe them, there was no evidence to prove her points.

Such a sad and pitiful life. Orla shook her head, her life was different and miserable in a way.

She was seated on the divan, sorting out the papers she drew overnight. Work had been hectic over the week, but she loved every bit of it. Being lost in her world of designing kept her very busy and her mind very far away from Callan.

"The Power Prime project," she tossed a sheet on the centre table. "The Adhens Project...this structure doesn't look pleasant enough, needs to be redrawn and..." An unexpected knock at the door deferred her alone time.

She wasn't anticipating anyone. Callan was not to be back until the next week, and he wouldn't even knock at the door to his house.

"Who is there?" She sibilated.

When no response came for about two minutes, she abandoned the sheets and strolled over to the doorpost.

As she neared the door, she had an inkling that Sophia might be the one pulling the stunts on her but her instincts failed when she yanked the door open to see Callan in his full splendour and power, leaning against the door, his eyes shimmering in adoration.

He elegantly donned grey suits that exuded his manly preeminence.

Orla let out a very low sigh, her eyes travelling up and down his body for three seconds, but she quickly looked away before she got lost in him.

Why would he knock? Was he crazy?

Wiggling her head in disappointment, she dropped the handle of the door and went back to what she was doing.

"Hey, Orla." He revved up his strides to meet up with her. "How are you?"

"Fine," she shrugged, flopping back on the couch. "Why did you knock at the door?"