Novel Full Chapter 273: Why do I feel guilty
Chapter 273: Why do I feel guilty
I glanced around and saw he facing elsewhere immediately I took the paper out and tossed inside.
Later in the evening Keith and I had dinner together as usual and had a discussion about our plan for the coming week.
Keith finished eating first but he waited for me as we continued talking.
“I’m still trying to understand whether Marco is Edward’s son or not. I know we’ve considered the fact he might have been adopted. I mean one thing is clear Edward and Diana had him early.
“Well there aren’t any records of Marco or Diana found at his home, office. My men rechecked the the hospital records at the Kensington hospital where she allegedly gave birth,” he started. “The records confirm she gave birth and she listed me as the father. Due to how old the records are and none of the
My lips pressed together, unfortunately there was a lot we wouldn’t be able to confirm about Diana and Marco due to how much Keith didn’t check initially. He delayed so many things. Getting Marcos DNA.
When I finished eating. He then stood up and came towards me at my seat.
“You feeling alright?” Keith asked me.
I slowly nodded my head. “Thank you for coming with me to the cemetery today.” I thanked him, trying to seem like I thought of him coming with me as support. But it was actually surveillance.
“Of course,” he replied as his eyes searched mine, slight guilt appearing in his eyes.
“Think you’ll be able to sleep?” I asked him.
“No, not like I had the last time when you were with me,” he said.
“Is that your way of asking you want me to help you sleep again?” I asked as my eyebrow cocked at him.
“Yes,” he replied rather honestly and the look in his eyes changed. My mouth twitched for a moment as my eyes met that hopeful gaze of his he gave me often lately. But was deeper than the last time.
“Lets go,” I said I pulling his hand and walking ahead, so I didn’t have to look in his eyes.
We went to his room and I caressed him on my lap on his bed as I had the last time.
“Make sure you take the chance to sleep as well. I know you stay up late
“Okay,” I agreed meeting his eyes.
Unfortunately, I received that gaze of his once again. For some reason, I was really starting to feel annoyed and…guilty. I thought I would easily be able to put on this act, but the more Keith believed it, the more… I don’t know…
I felt bad in a sense.
But Keith left me no choice. You’re only softening up because things are going the way YOU want. So, why was I feeling guilty? He deserves it anyway, doesn’t he? Despite my discomfort, I managed to outwardly appear calm.
When he finally fell asleep, I lay beside him and waited for the sleeping pill to kick in.
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I woke up to the sound of movement beside me. I turned and found Keith getting out of his bed.
“Keith?” I said in confusion.
“I was trying to get up quietly, didn’t mean to wake you up in the process,” he told me.
“Can’t sleep anymore?” I asked as my eyes glanced at the clock on the bedside table on his side. It was 4 am we’d only slept at around midnight.
“Yeah, I think that’s the most I can do for tonight,” he told me.
My phone then suddenly hit the notification bell on the bedside table on the side I was sleeping on.
“Who’s that?” He asked as he stared at my phone.
My heart hammered in my chest as I grabbed the phone from the table. I then checked the message and saw I had received a message from Megan/Louis.
“It’s Megan, my friend, I told you about the other day,” I reminded him.
“The waitress?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“A bit early to be sending messages, isn’t it?” he asked me suspiciously.
I laughed nervously. “Yeah, her timing might be a little crazy because she has uni finals,” I tried to explain. “I know she stays up late. Do you want me to tell her my husband has a problem with you sending messages at odd times?” I further joked, trying to play it cool.
Something flickered in his eyes after I said that.
“Try to get back to sleep,” he said as he brought his hand to my cheek and gently caressed it. “But knowing you, you’ll probably get back to trying to solve this, but don’t overwork yourself.”
“That’s easier said than done,” I told him.
“I know,” he said. He removed his hand, turned away from me.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him.
“To continue to try to get that asshole to tell us where our son is, as well as look for him,” he told me.
My eyes softened at that. He then walked out of the room. He trusted me enough to leave me in his room. I lay back down feeling so relieved by the progress I was making. He’d lowered the guards by our rooms and now this.
I then brought my phone up to my face. I was terrified for a moment when the notification went off with Keith in the room. Why such odd timing? Luckliy Keith still didn’t suspect anything.
I then looked at the message on my phone.
Hope you’re not mad, I was busy yesterday. I got held up at uni. It was for exam revision.
It seemed like a normal message. Nothing out of the ordinary.
However, my eyes narrowed as I read it. Curiously and anxiously, I checked if what I had hoped for had occurred. This was the moment of truth to see if he had gotten my letter.
I took note of every third or fourth word in his message, and then I pieced the words together.
I…got…it
The message came together.