His last minute bride

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“Would he be okay doctor?” I asked the man I assumed to be in his early fifties.

He stared at me through those obviously thick glasses. “Well, he was hyperventilated due to anxiety or stress which led to carbondioxide deficiency and led to his dizziness and fainting.”

“And the fact he obviously isn't eating didn't help his situation.”

Worry passed me by, planting a part of itself on me. “So what do I do?”

“Just let him rest and ensure he doesn't stress himself.” He looked like he was done, but continued. “Also, make sure he eats well and is hydrated, okay?”

“Yes doctor. When will he be conscious?”

The look on his face didn't speak any positivity. “I'm not sure, but I can assure you he'd wake up.”

I sighed. “Okay, thank you.”

After a small smile, the man left with the company of one of our bodyguards.

I went into the room. It was Don's room. Staring at his weak soul laying on the bed, I realized how much of this was my fault.

I was back in the house and I'd never missed it any more. I had sent a message to Hane, letting her know where to find me.

I ambled towards the bed Don lay, sitting on it beside him. “I'm so sorry.” His body was as hot as a hot stove.

The tears were blurring my vision so I decided to just let them fall.

I just hoped he was okay. His temperature didn't give me any assurances.

When he'd fainted in Rose's house, I called the only driver number I had. He'd rushed here, letting me know he'd call their personal doctor.

I insisted on rushing him to the hospital but he told me the personal doctor would take care of it.

After a stressful minute of trying to pick Don up from the ground, my tears obviously not helping the situation at that moment, we finally got him to the car and home.

I held his huge hand in mine. “Please wake up, I promise to never leave you alone like that again if you wake up.”

A small part of me thought he was actually going to wake up from my plea, so I was slightly disappointed by the silence.

I laid on the bed beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

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I opened my eyes, realizing my head was still on his chest.

I sat up staring at his still unconscious self. My eyes became teary again.

I reached for my phone on the desk near the bed, checking the time on it. It was six twelve in the morning which meant he'd been unconscious for almost twenty-four hours.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I sniffed in. “God, please don't punish me by taking such a special person from me. Please.”

That was unlike me, praying. But what else could I do.

I stood up, heading to the bathroom where I let the tears flow even more. All this was because of me.

If I had just forgiven him sooner and let it all go, I wouldn't be in this situation.

I washed my face with water, heading back to the room.

I felt the tears gush out again when I sighted Don sitting on the bed, rubbing his head with his palm, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Don.” I managed to say through the tears, scurrying towards him.

He jerked his eyes open, turning his direction to me with an expression that defined complete surprise.

“Eri?” He sounded just as bemused as he looked.

I wrapped him in my hands when I'd reached him. “I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry?” Now he sounded puzzled, while he gently pulled himself out of the embrace.

He stared at me, holding my gaze through the morning light that shone in the room.

“Eri, you're really here?” He sounded like he though he might be dreaming.

“I've missed you.” With that, I lowered my head, pressing my lips on his.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first. Like both of us were trying to down all our sadness in it.

Then, the kiss deepened. I'd missed the feeling.

How had I live a whole week without this—this kiss.

His hands found its way to my neck and back, sending snakes of desire down my spine.

I had no idea when or how, but I realized my back was on the bed and Don was straddled over me, kissing me with so much passion, I regretted leaving him like this.

I broke from the kiss. “You're not well.”

“Huh?” He sat on the bed and I did the same, sitting opposite him on the bed.

“Your body temperature, it's terribly hot.” Concern was evident in my tone.

“Oh that,” the nonchalance in his tone got to me, “it's nothing much I'm sure.”

“When last did you eat? Why would you stress yourself so much?” I sounded so motherlike though I didn't mean to.

“I'm sorry but I don't think you expect me to be sane when my wife is no where to be found.” He huffed.

Then again, I felt like the cause of it all. “I'm sorry.” Even to my own ears I sounded so like a six year old.

He reached for my hand, covering it with his huge own. “No, I'm sorry.”

“The truth is I misunderstood it all.” Even thinking about how June had told it to me made me more annoyed.

“How did you find out?” His voice was so low, it was just above a whisper.

“June.”

“June?”

“Yes, she'd told me that day you planned on telling me.”

He furrowed his brows, his grip on mine tightening a little but not hurting.

“She also told me you knew from the beginning and still married me either way.” I shook my head in irritation. “That was one of the main reason I was so annoyed.”

His face became harder, like if he saw June, he'd throw her off a cliff.

That was something I could do too, but violence was never the answer.

I leaned in to plant a peck on his lips. “Maybe you should just calm down and try avoiding her. She's just in love with you and I'm sure it'd die down.”

He smiled at me. “You know you have the ability to kill a man with your touch.”

That made me blush. I'd missed this.

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