Chapter 68


    Sofia’s POV


    “Very sick?” I echoed after her as my mind started to race almost immediately.


    “Yeah.” He went out today to go get something done, when he was supposed to be resting. He came


    back home really tired and drained, but put the thoughts about his health aside the moment he spotted


    youying your back against Ryan’s arm. And then he had lifted you up and… you know the rest of the


    story.”


    I blinked a few more times, the confusing feeling surrounding my head still not leaving my head for a


    moment as I absorbed all that Matilda had said to me despite the fact that I didn’t understand all that


    she had said.


    I picked up the ss of water and took a small sip, wincing a little when my throat hurt in retaliation


    almost immediately, right before I set the bottle back on the counter and reached for the packed drugs


    sitting a few feet away from my ss of water. I dug into the bag and ruminated through it until I


    touched the stuff which was almost resembling candies, which the doctor had said was for sore throats.


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    I tore open two pieces and threw the orange colored candies into my mouth and was pleased that it


    didn’t have a horrible taste like I had first started to unconsciously anticipated. It tasted minty and has a


    lime taste underneath it. All in all, it was kinda sour and minty at the same time and I loved the way the


    taste melted into my tongue immediately, soaking up my taste buds and sliding down my throat after a


    few seconds.


    The pain in my throat didn’t reduce immediately, and it wasn’t like I expected it to reduce immediately–


    because I knew it wasn’t magic and would need some time before it started to kick into action.


    I watched absentmindedly as Matilda moved around the kitchen, doing the dishes and cleaning off the


    counter in a really smooth way. She glided around the kitchen as she emptied the whole dirt she wiped


    off the counters, into one of the trash cans in the kitchen. I let out a small yawn and moved a little in my


    seat, feeling the urge to give in to sleep start to sink into my bones.


    “You’d be heading up to get some much needed sleep, right?” I turned my head around from the


    kitchen’s entrance where I was staring into as my mind started to wander, to nce at Matilda on


    hearing her voice start to sink into my ear.


    “Oh, um yeah, I’ll be going up soon.” I replied to her after a few seconds before allowing my eyes to


    slide shut and a small puff of breath to slide pass my slightly parted lips. I knew I was supposed to


    retire to bed earlier than usual tonight, because of all what had happened to me this evening, but the


    thought of Luca still being awake upstairs was keeping me rooted to the chair I was currently sitting on.


    My stomach was starting to hurt a little— the biting pains which had been attacking different parts of my


    stomach had gone away a while after I started eating without me registering it, but now, a new pain was


    starting to settle in the lower part of my stomach, which I had no doubts was because of my period


    cramps.


    Hopefully with the amount of drugs I had taken some minutes ago, the pain won’t attack me intensely


    the way it used to do on a normal day.


    I lifted my left fingers up and wiped off a few droplets of sweat off my forehead before cing my


    elbows on the top of the counter and leaning my chin into my palm to stare at the sparkling clean


    washing sink which Matilda has finished cleaning up.


    The urge to go upstairs, take a shower and freshen up was starting to sink into my thoughts and I


    moved a little on my seat, and deciding to wait a few more minutes before heading up the stairs, into


    the bed room.


    I leaned my hands t on the counter and rested my head on one part of my hands and started to hum


    a tune beneath my breath, the lower part of my stomach tightened up a little in pain and I puffed out a


    small breath, hating my period all over again.


    I wonder how Luca’s going to react when I tell him about my idea about getting a bunch of equipment


    for painting and also a room in which I can stock everything up.


    Would he get furious at me and dismiss me immediately?


    He might even hit me for daring to utter such childish ideas to him…


    Would he hit me?


    The question echoed around in my head over and over again and I moved a little on my seat, biting


    lightly into my lower lip as my mind got lost in a train of thoughts.


    The idea of him hitting me didn’t sit in one ce in my head and instead moved around from spot to


    spot, I find it hard to absorb the thought properly because without digging deep into my head, I’d find


    differing moments in which Luca had been nothing but emotionless around me.


    I haven’t ever seen him angry before, nor have I seen him exchange more than a couple of words at a


    time– except for on our wedding day whereas lots of unknown people had walked towards our table to


    congratte us, and Luca had replied to all of them one after the other. He had also given a little


    appreciation speech at the end of the day, although the speech had been no more than three sentence,


    his voice had been very loud and clear, the deepness of his voice causing it to rumble and vibrate


    underneath as he gave his speech while leaning down a little since he was really taller than the


    microphone, with his hands nestled deeply in his pockets.


    That was the only time I have witnessed him speak more than a sentence at a time. The few more


    times in which he had spoken around me was that fateful day at the hospital, and tonight when he had


    exchanged some sentences over and over again with the doctor… and that was that. My mind chose


    that moment to showcase the particr image whereby I was sitting down on a couch and Luca had


    grasped my jaw, tugging it upwards and demanding I speak up about what had indeed happened to me


    this afternoon.


    After staying in the same position and doing nothing butying on the counter, thinking about


    everything and nothing at the same time for a few moments, I decided to head upstairs when my eyes


    started to droop with sleep even more.


    I slid off the high chair and pushed my hair away from my face as I started to make my way out of the


    kitchen. Matilda was nowhere to be found and I had no idea where she had gone off to. My drugs were


    arranged neatly in a stic box on one part of the counter and I didn’t bother taking it along with me as


    I made my way out of the kitchen. I moved slowly, the lights still turned on around the whole house as I


    made my way through the wide hallway leading towards the staircases before making my way up,


    clinging onto the banister until I hadpletely climbed up the stairs.


    I made my way towards the bedroom door and paused outside the long door, hesitating on this side of


    the door and silently praying he’d have already been fast asleep. I didn’t know how I was going to


    survive staring at him and knowing he knew about the fact that I was currently on my period.


    I mean, the doctor had said it was totally normal for my body system, but notwithstanding that, it was


    still extremely embarrassing. When I had first gotten my period, it had decided to make its dreadful


    appearance when I was in school, at the age of fourteen– and I had ended up unknowingly messing up


    my clothes right there in school. That had been the most embarrassing day in my entire life, and I’ve


    had some really embarrassing moments in my life.


    When I had stood up in school when the teacher had asked me toe solve a problem on the


    ckboard, I had stood up hesitantly, not because the problem on the ckboard was too hard for me


    to solve, but because I was a shy person right since I was born and always get nervous whenever it


    I had walked down towards the front of the ss and epted the marker from the teacher and started


    to solve the problem on the ckboard when murmurs had started to go up in the ss. I had thought


    it was because they had noticed that my hands were shaking a little due to how nervous I was, right


    until some of the guys who sat down at the back of the ss had startedughing quietly at first, a few


    secondster and almost all the ss members wereughing hysterically.


    I had turned around fearfully to see almost all the whole ss pointing at me whileughing and


    whispering to themselves. The teacher had tried to calm them down– and that had taken some long


    minutes before the whole ss got quiet once again.