Became A Queen After divorce

As time ticked by, her cries gradually ceased.

Sam suddenly realized how quiet she had become. Looking down, he saw the little girl in his arms had fallen asleep. Her delicate face was still streaked with tears, and her damp eyelashes looked like a small fan. Even in her sleep, she clung tightly to his collar. He tried to gently remove her hand, but she held on as if afraid he would leave.

He chuckled silently and let her be. Seeing her sleep so soundly, Sam didn’t want to wake her and carefully lifted her in his arms. His gaze fell on a knife on the ground. He bent down, picked it up, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and put it in his pocket.

When Pearl woke up, she saw a familiar ceiling above her. The white room, white curtains, and white floor could only belong to Sam.

“So I’m at Red Maple Villa now?”

She sat up, looking around in disbelief. Her small hand instinctively touched her neck, and she murmured softly, “I can’t believe I just survived an assassination attempt; it feels like a dream.”

The feeling of near-death was too real. If not for the bandage on her palm, Pearl might have thought it was all a dream. As she stared at her palm, two figures appeared at the door.

Sam entered the room holding a tray in one hand and leading Sasha with the other.

“You’re awake just in time. Take your medicine.”

“Pearl, I missed you so much.”

Sasha immediately let go of Uncle Sam’s hand and ran to the bedside. Pearl shook her still-dizzy head, temporarily pushing aside thoughts of the assassination and focusing on Sam. She hadn’t seen Sasha in days, and the little girl seemed to have grown chubbier.

“Slow down, be careful not to fall.”

Sasha stood on tiptoe to look at Pearl from the side of the bed. Noticing Pearl’s injured hand, the little girl gently took it and blew on it.

“Pearl, does your hand still hurt?”

For the first time, Pearl felt the warmth of being cared for by someone else, and it was from Sasha. Her nose tingled, and her eyes grew moist.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

She reached out with her uninjured hand to gently stroke Sasha’s soft hair.

“I’m fine now. Thank you, Sasha.”

Sasha pouted and said with her big, bright eyes, “Pearl, you’re so naughty. You don’t take care of yourself after leaving Uncle Sam.”

“When Uncle Sam carried you back, I was so scared. Please don’t leave again, okay?”

Pearl was stunned for a few seconds by Sasha’s mature tone before blushing deeply.

Was she really carried back by Sam?

She sneaked a glance at the man standing by the bed. Sam caught her shy look and couldn’t help but smile.

“You were holding onto my collar and wouldn’t let go. I had no choice but to carry you back.”

Pearl immediately wanted to refute him but felt guilty because she vaguely remembered it happening that way.

“I… who would want to hold onto your collar? I was just too tired and fell asleep!”

“Yes, I know. Since you’re awake now, take your medicine.”

He placed the tray on the bedside table. On it were a glass of warm water and some pills.

Pearl had always hated taking medicine because she spent much of her childhood either in hospitals or on the way to them. The mention of “medicine” made her face scrunch up.

“Can I choose not to take it?”

Sam used the gentlest tone to say the harshest words: “Sure, if you don’t want to take medicine, you can go to the hospital for an injection.”

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Pearl’s still-flat stomach, his gaze becoming complicated.

While Pearl slept, he had a private doctor examine her. The doctor thought he heard two heartbeats with a stethoscope but wasn’t sure yet. They needed to wait another month to confirm.

If Pearl was pregnant, the child should be his, conceived during those ten days of intense passion.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

When Pearl wasn’t looking at him, Sam’s face showed rare confusion. If possible, he hoped the doctor was wrong.

Pearl looked up after talking to Sasha and saw Sam lost in thought. She stared at him for a few more moments.

“Sam, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I have some things to take care of. Sasha will stay with you. I’ll be going now.”

With that, he left the room quickly without looking back or stopping. He didn’t know how to face Pearl right now.

“Sam, you…”

Pearl called softly after him, wanting to ask if he disliked her. Otherwise, why would he leave so quickly?

She thought she already knew the answer and lowered her head in dejection.

“If you hate me so much, why did you save me today?”

Sasha didn’t hear her thoughts but could tell Pearl was upset and assumed her wound hurt again. Remembering how her mommy told her stories when she was sick, Sasha ran back to her room to get a storybook Sam had bought for her.

“Pearl, lie down. I’ll tell you a story.”

Pearl couldn’t refuse a child’s innocent kindness and forced a smile despite her bitterness.

“Okay, Sasha, come lie down with me.”

She half-sat up and helped Sasha onto the bed, listening as she told a story about a mermaid.

Pearl had heard this story before but felt different hearing it from Sasha.

Outside the door, Sam hadn’t gone far. He peered through the crack and saw Pearl holding Sasha on his bed. The scene looked like a real mother and daughter.

For a moment, he admitted he felt moved. If he had a daughter as cute and smart as Sasha…

Would his bleak life become more interesting?