By now, that unreasonable excuse no longer held any weight for Arnav. With swift concern, he brushed aside the strands of hair that had clung to Raellyn’s damp face and gently patted her back. She was vomiting again relentlessly, without pause. Without wasting another moment, Arnav stood and made his way to the kitchen corner, returning quickly with a glass of warm water in hand. He offered it to her as soon as she looked like she had emptied everything her body could give.
For the past two weeks, Mrs. Maddy had often informed him that Raellyn had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen. Thanks to those quiet updates, Arnav had realized that his wife had found a new passion for patisserie and was currently teaching herself how to bake. Perhaps she was simply exhausted from all the expe
