Chapter 156 I'll Help You Drink
The pain hit me like a freight train, knocking me out cold. Everything went pitch black, and I was out. The silence was eerie, like I was stuck in some kind of time warp, totally clueless about how long I'd been in that freezing room.
I had no idea how long I'd been out when the sound of a car engine broke through the silence, barely reaching my ears. It was like a tiny spark of hope in the darkness, giving me the will to keep going. I used every ounce of strength to crawl towards the window. Each inch felt like it was draining the last bit of life out of me.
Finally, I made it to the window and saw Edward's car slowly pulling into the Howard Villa. Hope flared up inside me. I wanted to call out to him, to let him know I was here. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a sound. Fear and despair surged again, but I refused to give up. I looked around and used my remaining strength to lift the vase on the table and smashed it against the window.
With a loud crash, the window shattered, and the cold wind rushed in. My already exhausted body couldn't take it anymore and collapsed like a crumbling statue. My vision blurred, and I fell into darkness again.
I heard the faint sound of a key turning in the lock. Then, I felt a pair of warm, strong hands gently lift me. I tried to open my eyes, but the darkness was too thick. I tried again, but it was no use. In the darkness, I thought I saw Edward's worried eyes. I tried to speak, but only a weak, hoarse sound came out. Gathering all my strength, I finally managed to whisper, "Honey, you finally came to save me."
But the response wasn't Edward's familiar voice. Instead, it was the driver's puzzled and worried question, "Mrs. Howard, what's wrong? How did you get locked in the room alone?"
I couldn't tell if this was some cruel reality or a twisted dream. Before I could figure it out, darkness swallowed me again, and I passed out.
I had a dream. In it, I was alone, drifting in a small boat on a vast ocean, like a lone leaf in an endless void. The sun blazed high in the sky, mercilessly scorching me, sucking the moisture from my body bit by bit. My lips were cracked, and I instinctively licked them, trying to ease the unbearable dryness. But each lick felt like salt on a wound, making the cracks even more painful until I tasted blood. Only then did I realize I had licked my lips raw.
I closed my eyes tightly and prayed to God, clinging to the last glimmer of hope. Maybe my plea reached Him, because after who knew how long, raindrops started to fall. Like a dying person grasping at hope, I desperately raised my head and opened my mouth wide, hoping the precious rain would quench my parched throat.
At that moment, I thought I heard Edward calling my name, but my thirst for water was all I could focus on. I couldn't respond, just keeping gulping down the rainwater.
Edward's voice grew clearer. "Diana, wake up. Open your eyes and look at me."
I suddenly opened my eyes, and the bright white surroundings made me dizzy. I saw Edward's worried face and Clara's kind one beside him. It felt like a dream, too good to be true. I feared it was just an illusion, so I closed my eyes again, trying to escape this deceptive beauty.
But Clara's voice broke through, "She's awake. Diana is awake." Her voice was filled with surprise and relief.
I slowly opened my eyes, and my consciousness started to return. What was going on? I blinked hard, finally confirming that the people in front of me were indeed Edward and Clara.
Clara stood by, holding a cup of water in one hand, the water slightly swaying. In her other hand, she had two pieces of medical gauze. A spark of joy flashed in her eyes when she saw me awake.
She quickly dipped the gauze in water and gently applied it to my cracked lips. The familiar moist sensation was exactly what I had felt in my dream.
"Water, I need water..." My throat felt like it had been sanded, and my voice was hoarse and cracked, but my thirst made me shout with all my strength. The harsh sound was jarring in the quiet room.
Clara hurriedly handed me the cup of water. I strained my neck, trying to sit up, but my body felt like it was weighed down by a boulder, unable to move. The cup of water was within reach, but I could only watch helplessly, filled with anxiety and frustration.
Seeing this, Edward took the cup from Clara. "I'll help you drink," he said.
Without hesitation, he took a sip of water and then slowly leaned down towards me. Edward's handsome face grew larger before my eyes, and then his lips gently touched mine.
At that moment, the world seemed to quiet down, with only the water from his mouth slowly flowing into mine. I couldn't think about anything else as I swallowed, letting the warm water soothe my parched throat. Edward fed me an entire glass of water before I finally felt a bit of strength return to my body.
Yet, I still felt unbearably thirsty and wanted another cup. It was then that I noticed the IV drip attached to my hand. Edward seemed to read my mind. He reached out to hold my arm and said softly, "Don't move. The doctor said you're too weak right now. And you're pregnant. You need to rest. I'll help you drink water."
With that, he filled the cup again and fed me water mouth-to-mouth. After two cups, I felt like I had escaped death, my body gradually regaining vitality.
I slowly closed my eyes, my thoughts swirling. Edward had just mentioned the pregnancy, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
Did he know I was pregnant? I wasn't sure if he knew I knew about the pregnancy and had hidden it from him, or if he thought I was unaware and was sharing the news with me.
But I was certain that, if he knew I was pregnant, he would never agree to a divorce. Thinking of this, I felt my heart fill with regret and self-blame. Why did I call for his help? If it weren't for this confinement, he wouldn't have discovered my pregnancy, and my original plan wouldn't have been disrupted. But now, everything was heading in an uncontrollable direction.
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