C2 Don't Go

Before any thoughts escaped my mind, the bedroom door flung open. Kieran stood right at the doorway. His hair was dripping, and his clothes clung to his body. He didn't even look at me as he strode in.

Now that he was here, all the sleepiness I had felt in the previous hour was gone. I stepped out of bed and threw in my clothes. As if it was routine behavior, my body subconsciously moved to the closet and grabbed all his pajamas to place them in the bathroom stall.

After that, I went to the balcony. The rain splattered against the window pane, but there was something comforting about the sight.

Suddenly, a noise fluttered behind me and I turned around. A towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was damp on his head.

He could probably sense my gaze as he turned around to look at me, straight in the eye. I shivered. "Come here." His tone was as emotionless as ever.

I was obedient. I walked to his side, and he quickly threw one of the towels at me. "Help me wipe," he ordered.

He had always been like this, and. I was already used to it. Seeing that he was already seated at the edge of the bed, I climbed up to the edge and knelt on the mattress.

"Tomorrow is Grandfather's funeral, so we have to go to the ancestral house." I didn't mean to remind him. However, as Regina was probably the only one plaguing his mind, he must've forgotten about the profession.

"Hm."

Knowing that he wasn't one to talk, I didn't say anything more.

Instead, I finished drying his hair and turned to lie down. Perhaps it was one of the side effects of being pregnant, but I felt exhausted despite not doing anything. I glanced to the side. Usually, Kieran would stay in his study till midnight. This time, however, he had changed into his pajamas and laid down.

Although it was strange, I didn't ask much. What I didn't expect was for his arms to snake around my waist and pull me closer to his chest.

His lips brushed against my shoulders. "Kieran..."

"You don't want it?"

I turned to glance at him. His eyes were as dark as night. The child...

"Can you at least be a bit gentler?" The fetus was only six weeks old. If he wasn't careful, I'd be in danger.

While he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, he didn't say a word.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. Suddenly, lightning clattered across the household, and the lights flickered rapidly. Despite the chaos, his fingers were also unraveling the robe I had worn. His breathing was heavy, matching mine. After what seemed to be an hour, he had finally gotten up and gone to the bathroom.

Sweat trickled down my spine and pain rushed through my body. Painkillers would've been a godsend by now but with my baby...I couldn't risk it.

Just then, the phone rang—knocking my thoughts out the window. I glanced up at the clock. It was 11 PM.

There was only one person who could call him at this time. Regina.

Kieran quickly came out with his towel wrapped around his waist. Patting his hands against his towel, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Suddenly, he frowned. "Don't mess around!"

However, after hearing the other line, he hung up the phone and made his way to leave the room. In the past, I might've pretended not to see him, but not tonight. I grabbed him by the arm. "Can you stay?" My feeble voice echoed across the room.

His eyes narrowed. "Now that we've slept again, you're already being presumptuous?"

His voice was as cold as ever.

"Tomorrow is grandfather's funeral. Even if you can't wait to let me go, can't you at least show some respect?"

"Show some respect?" His eyes gleamed as he clasped your chin. "You've truly grown up, Teresa."