Chapter 13

MEGAN'S P.O.V

I woke up and the room was unfamiliar to my eyes. It was painted white and was barely decorated. The calm room was deafening as I could not feel the presence of anyone.

Images of what had happened started filing into my brain causing a wave of migraine to blow my mind.

I swept the room looking for that man that had made me undergo so much pain__ hatred boiling in me__ if not for his position, I would have surely given him a good portion of my poisonous tongue.

I wondered how long I had been sleeping because a look at the window showed how dark the outside was.

I tried jerking my hand but noticed it was connected to a sac of drip.

"Hmmm!" I whimpered.

I felt a sharp pain pierce my leg and I knew at once that it was my leg that was seeking for attention.

I tried positioning myself in a sitting posture, looking at my leg. There was a streak of blood on my bandaged leg; it hurts. I was injured, left alone in the hospital in solitude, and there was no one to talk to.

I was both physically and psychologically damaged, I wished I had never gone to that man's office.

"I hate you so much Sir Nicholas," I half-screamed allowing the tears to flow down my cheeks.

Since my enemies work in several ways, immediately the hospital door opened exposing Nicholas.

His face was as hard as stone, betraying no emotions at all.

'Oh, no! he heard that,' I murmured to myself.

Nicholas stood by the door, giving me this hard glare. I hated it so much, I felt like giving up on life already.

What even stunned me was the fact that he pretended that he didn't hear anything. All he did was walk right into the room while carrying some takeaway bags.

That was when I noticed he had surely gone out to buy them and I stupidly thought that he had abandoned me.

'He was indeed a gentleman' thought I shamelessly.

Nicholas did not offer a word to me, making it difficult for me to know whether he truly heard what I said or not. In fact, his deafening silence only helped to alienate matters.

There was a small table at the far corner of the room, where Nicholas walking to the point, carefully keeping the plastic bags on the table.

My eyes followed his movements as he previously unveiled the contents of the bag. His broad back was facing me making it difficult to determine what was in the bag.

I tossed my head away from what he was doing there as I quickly used my right hand to wipe my face.

Of course, I didn't want him to see my tear-streaked face, it was absolutely going to be an embarrassing moment to me, though he had seen me crying the most of today.

I couldn't keep my eyes away from his actions as I started hearing the clanging sounds of plates.

It was awkward to see someone like Nicholas Larry doing such odd things, I always thought he had servants who did everything for him.

'Who am I then that he will do it for me?' I wandered.

My stomach churned from hunger greatly influenced by the delicious aroma I perceived. Just the flavor made my mouth water.

After a minute of fidgeting, I saw Nicholas approach with a deep bottom-shaped bowl, filled with bouillon and three slices of ripe plantains, with an exaggerated large chunk of beef.

'Oh God, let him not bring it here, no let him bring it here,' was the serious conflict that was in my mind.

He came towards me, handing the plate to me.

"Here, have something to eat," was the first thing he said to me since he entered the room.

I felt guilty particularly from what I had said, I didn't expect him to enter the room by the time I was saying it.

My guilt will not even allow me to take what he was offering.

"No, thank you, I do not think I will eat tonight; I am not hungry," I declined politely.

I mentally slapped myself for rejecting his meal, I should never have done so, I am a big fool. Luckily, Nick wasn't an easy catch, he pushed the plate towards me urging,

"You must not be hungry before you eat, you need the energy from the meal to keep you healthy, by the way, it's not something too heavy that will stress you out or be difficult to digest," he said.

I restrained myself from launching head over heels over the plate he offered. I let him persuade me, then after a while, I accepted his offer.

"Thank you," I said my head bowed down admiring the delicious mouth watery content of the bowl.

"You are welcome," he replied walking off to the table once more.

He arranged another plate, repeating the same movements as before just that when he came to regain his seat, the content of his plate was not the same as mine.

I got somehow jealous because the fried plantains on his plate were very attractive.

I did not bother to tell him that, I made a little prayer and lurched for my plate.

The pepper soup did not have much pepper__ lucky me__ but the little it contained had a large volume.

I appreciated the fact that it was accompanied by ripe plantains.

Nicholas did not wish me good appetite as he had done so before, rather he just stared at me forcing down the meal slowly.

Although I was hungry, just thinking about what I had said earlier and the fact that Nicholas had not approached the matter made me worried. I kept breaking the plantains into unreasonable sizes, unable to wobble them in my mouth.

A small look from Nicholas and I had the courage to eat, I didn't want him to see me like a loser or anything.