Chapter 4
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Crystal's pov
I opened my eyes wide in surprise at the guy who had just saved my life. How could he have acted so quickly? That was the last person I expected!
It was Andy... my supposed Andrew. I got some sparks in me from the way he held me. I had the impression that something like this had happened someplace before! somehow. …. Simply put, I am not sure.
Pulling me down from the steps, he added, "Be more careful next time; you could have just suffered an extra injury now." He then walked back to his seat. I missed his last words because I was too preoccupied with what had just transpired.
"Are you okay? Have you been somehow? I was genuinely pulled back to reality when I heard him inquire in a louder voice.
"Emm, yes. Yes. I mean. I." I stammered.
“ You know what! I was about to return, but he requested I stay. "I am alright; let me go back to my room," I responded.
“Are you sure you're fine? He called to the maid, who I later discovered to be Olivia, saying, "Wait, let me call the maid to escort you to your room."
“Take her to her room to make sure she has her bath, eats, and takes her medications,” he said to the maid, who turned to me requesting what I would love to have as my breakfast.
Olivai was a great person to be around and made me laugh, so having her at my side was incredibly helpful.
I considered taking advantage of the chance to ask her more about Andy, but it appears that they do not reveal a lot about their employer.
I was thrilled when she informed me that there were other maids in the home besides her.
At least I would have someone to talk to, but I too kept my problem to myself after learning that Andy never disclosed it to anybody.
After I finished my medicine, Olivia left the room, leaving me to think about who I am and what has happened lately. I am curious as to why I felt the need to interrupt anything Andy was doing. He had denied having anything to do with me, although practically everything felt familiar. Olivia does not act as though she knew me previously either.
I was simply bewildered by how hard everything appeared to be.
When the doorbell rang, Olivia answered and told me that Andy had requested to see me.
I pondered why he wanted to see me, but I managed to get down and visit him after struggling with my shoulder.
"I hope you are feeling better now," he said, his gaze still fixed on the newspaper.
"Thanks, I feel better now," I said gently in response to him. I shrugged it off, though I wanted to somehow express my gratitude for saving me and taking care of me since yesterday night.
"Ok, get I will take you to a clothing boutique so you can get some dresses, as you have no dresses in the meantime,” he said, raising his head up and sipping from the coffee.
That confused me, but I was also thrilled that he wanted to go out and get me.
I consented. A few minutes later, he was prepared and requested we go. I was excited, but I tried not to show it.
Everyone's attention was fixed on Andy and me as we received the cloth bouquet. Perhaps they mistook us for a couple. While he was still in the car, Andy asked me to come get the outfits I wanted. Although I can appreciate that he was maintaining his composure to avoid a lot of inquiries, I got the impression that he did not want anyone to see us together.
"Take her there, then use my card to pay." He addressed Jake, one of his guards.
As soon as we entered, I nodded and went directly to the area where the clothing was hanging while Jack waited for me behind the counter.
choosing outfits, including dresses, blouses, shirts, skirts, and tops. Since I do not want to spend more than Andy must have budgeted for, I chose the less costly dresses even though they were all exquisitely created and looked pricey.
I approached Jake, who was standing at the counter, after I had chosen the clothes I required. The salesperson computed the items, and Jake paid with Andy's card.
I had brief episodes of headache pain and felt like my head was spinning a little throughout this time. I was losing myself gradually; I attempted talking to Jake but was unable to do so; I only touched him before collapsing.
Though I was too stunned to recall what happened next, he quickly got me up and walked me to the car.
When I woke up, I was in my bed and looked out the window, where the sun was shining brilliantly.
I clipped my lips hard and jerked my head for a tor. I could still feel the pain from the fall I had at the bouquet. Probably the guard and Andy brought me home.
A doorbell rang, distracting me from my thoughts, and the doctor and Andy walked in. Yes! That was the doctor who treated me when I had the accident.
“You are awake already, Crystal,“ the doctor said as he walked up to me with a smile on his face.
I nodded my head as my eyes shifted to where Andy was. His expression wasn't cool and I felt maybe because of what happened early at the mall.
I opened my mouth to apologize for the embarrassment, but the doctor gave me a piece of paper that had been entered into an envelope.
I was worried about what must be the content. I looked up at the doctor's face and he had a great smile on his face.
What must be the cause of those smiles?
I opened the paper hesitantly and read the written content.
I was shocked and I felt my spirit leave me.
I was pregnant? How? When?
I questioned myself many times, and each time I felt astonished but also excited.
“Honey, I am actually pregnant! You have always desired that, don't you? "Oh," I remarked abruptly to Andy.
The doctor looked up to Andy as he raised his hand to have a shake with him.
“Congratulations, sir; it's much pleasure," the doctor said to Andy, who left his hand hanging up.
“Who is the owner of the pregnancy? Andy asked leaving the doctor and I was confused
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