Chapter 409 - Four Hundred And Nine: Safe Week (2/2)

”Let's go then,” He directed her to the car and helped her in.

Cecil found herself in the backseat even though she wanted to sit with him in the front. However, the man claimed it was safer for her there than in the front where he might be distracted with her scent - does that even make sense?

The drive was awkwardly silent nor did Emerald care to tell her he was also here for the secret she was hiding from him. Emerald had seen the way blood drained from her face when that call came in that last day and although she ended it instantly, Cecil was pretty shaken up.

As expected, when he had asked her about it, she simply lied to him and Emerald went along with it, knowing unless she wanted to tell him, he would not get a single piece of information from her lips. But then, he has made it his life mission to keep her happy and that involves getting rid of anybody that threatens her peace.

Cecil noticed the tension in the air and was about to raise an interesting topic when she suddenly inhaled the fumes that flew in through the opened window when a car on the same lane zoomed past them. She felt sick to the stomach.

”Emerald,” She called, tapping on his seat urgently.

”Are you okay?” he asked upon seeing the paleness in her expression.

”No, I need to throw up,” She cupped her mouth immediately and Emerald, seeing the emergency, pulled over immediately.

Once down, Cecil crossed over to the pedestrian walk and began to throw up her guts on the poor green vegetation. That smoke had made her stomach churn and right now, she wanted to be relieved of that distress.

By the time she was done, Emerald had already gotten her water to rinse her mouth and had a deep frown on his face.

”What is it?” She asked, bothered by his intense stare.

”You don't look fine,”

”I'm fine. It seems like a sudden car sickness that would go away with time,” she excused.

”I'm taking you to the hospital,” He decided.

”What? No!”

However, her protest was for nothing because Emerald got her back into the car and this time, in the front seat with him, making sure a paper bag was available - for her vomit.

To be honest, everything that happened next was a blur to Cecil. All she knew was that she was asked several questions at the hospital and the next she knew, her urine sample was being collected and some other things she couldn't exactly remember. Don't blame the woman, her coordination has not been the best lately - she must be stressed up with her father's invitation.

So Cecil claimed because when the female doctor turned to Emerald with the test result and a creepy smile on her face announcing, ”Congratulations sir, your wife is a week pregnant,” a bomb went off in her head.

The doctor went on to explain possible symptoms she would experience and blah blah, but Cecil wasn't listening because one question occupied her mind.

”Didn't she do it in her safe week? What happened to the 'safe' in the week?”