Chapter 2 

In his study, Mukesh tied me up tightly. 

He ordered someone to stick a needle as thick as a child’s arm into my vein. 

Through the half–open door, I heard the doctor telling Mukesh: 

“Mr. Willibert, even though both your wife and Miss Elowen have the same rare RII blood type, your wife has a history of heart problems. Forcing her to donate blood could trigger acute shock. 

I strongly suggest we go to the hospital for a proper transfusion treatment for Miss Elowen’s anemia instead of-” 

“That’s enough,” Mukesh cut him off icily. 

“Your only job is to make sure Elowen gets better. As for everything else, I’ll handle it my way.” 

Hearing Mukesh’s approaching footsteps, I slowly closed my eyes. 

“Does it hurt?” 

His voice carried unusual gentleness: 

“Just hang in there a little longer. We’re almost done.” 

I turned my head away, not bothering to respond. 

After they’d drained nearly a pint of my blood, my lips had turned purple. 

At that moment, Elowen started coughing in the master bedroom. 

Hearing this, Mukesh immediately stopped the doctor from removing the needle, demanding twice the amount of blood. 

The doctor, breaking into a cold sweat, warned Mukesh that continuing would likely kill me. 

After a brief hesitation, Mukesh simply stated: 

“Elowen is pregnant. The pregnant woman comes first.” 

“But-” 

I interrupted the doctor’s protest: 

“Just take it. Then let me leave.” 

Looking at my bloodless face, Mukesh’s eyes flashed with cold fury as he opened his mouth. 

He was about to ask if I was done with my tantrum. 

Did I really plan to run away over something so trivial? 

But Elowen’s sugary voice called out: 

“Mukesh, baby~” 

And just like that, she lured him away. 

Two days later. 

I woke up in the hospital after going into shock and i 

Timmediately saw Mukesh working on his laptop. 

Our eyes locked for a long moment. 

Without expression, he brought over a bowl of porridge and moved to feed me. 

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Chapter 2 

I shook my head: 

“I can do it myself.” 

After quietly watching me eat half the bowl, Mukesh asked: 

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Ignoring his question, I said: 

“I need my phone.” 

Perhaps it was my distant tone, but Mukesh froze for several seconds before calling the housekeeper to bring my phone. 

Noticing the numerous missed calls on my screen, Mukesh abruptly asked: 

“Who’s been calling you?” 

He’d never bothered with so many questions before. 

A flash of irritation crossed my face as I replied: 

“Someone you don’t know..” 

Unbuttoning the top of his shirt, Mukesh glared down at me: 

“Camelia, how much longer are you planning to keep up this princess act?” 

“You think you can just walk all over me because I cut you a little slack?” 

In the past, whenever Mukesh got angry, I would apologize while trying to calm him down. 

But now, I simply pointed at his vibrating phone and said flatly: 

“Elowen’s calling you.” 

At that, Mukesh’s eyes lit up with a smile, and as usual, he stepped away from me into the hospital hallway. 

The moment he left, my phone rang. 

Before I could say anything, the person on the other end spoke anxiously: 

“Weren’t you supposed to meet me? Camelia, have you changed your mind?” 

“No, I haven’t. Something unexpected came up…” 

“Unexpected? What happened? That’s it, I’m flying back to the country right now-” 

I cut off his rambling and whispered: 

“Just give me a few more days.” 

When Mukesh returned to the room, I had just ended the call. 

Noticing the smile on my face–one he hadn’t seen in ages–Mukesh felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest. 

But he’d just promised Elowen he’d rush back to sing lullabies to her and the baby. 

So he didn’t have time to ask who I’d been talking to- 

He assumed it was my cousin who often visited me. After all, since marrying him, my social circle had shrunk to only female relatives. 

Taking his laptop, Mukesh left without looking back: 

“Camelia, there’s something at the school. I’ll come back tomorrow.” 

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