Chapter forty five

So, I Maya spent the rest of the night sponging his exposed skin with tepid water amidst checking his temperature until it went down.
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Good Morning My Angel
Archer's POV
I dreaded going home.
Home? I chuckled, but mirthlessly, since when did I began to think of that place as home. Sure, I have properties scattered across several countries which normally houses me whenever I go on a business trip but I have never thought anyone as a real home filled with warmth, joy and certain person called Maya until now.
Though I had asked Judy to keep an eye on her I didn't ask about her location, I wanted to confirm it with my own eyes, check whether she has departed as she normally does.
The ride was torturous and filled with anticipation- I was feeling uncomfortable, I just wanted to see her.Once we reached home, I did not even wait for the chauffeur to land a proper halt and I just literally flew out of the car.
At first, it was just a brisk walk, then a leap, and the next I knew, I was sprinting I to the house at full speed.
Heart hammering against my chest, I rushed into the living room almost knocking Amanda down in the process.
"Where is she?" I asked Amanda without looking back, my feet already leading to Maya's room.
I opened the room but couldn't find her and the room arranged neatly aside from the packed duffel bag resting on top of her bed.
I was somehow bothered, relieved and angry; I was bothered that she was leaving and relieved that her things were still there and angry she conteplatd on leaving again upon everything I did today to make everything clear.
But that didn't matter at the moment, we would talk about that one later, the pressing issue at hand was finding her wherever she was.
As soon as I walked of the room, I stamped by Amanda and she said to me, "I think she us at the garden."
Oh, the garden.
" Sir Archer,is there something-," Amanda was asking but I was already walking through the backdoor leasing to the garden.
The moment I stepped into the garden, my eyes instantly captured the lean figure of Maya silhouetted there in the gazebo, unmoving. She seemed to be list in thoughts and didn't notice on my presence until I mistakenly stepped in a twig.
Having sensed me, she slowly turned and the air was knocked out of my breathe. Why did she look so beautiful tonight? I stared at her with a dreamlike fascination without even realizing my feet were leading me to her.
I only roused from my fantasy when I was standing right infront of her. Oh my God, what was I going to say to her? For the first time ever, I experienced clammy hands but I didn't show it. What would she think?
Just as I was battling out what to say to her, she did the favour, "I heard the news," she said and my heart sank.
Why did she begin with the news first? She could have started with something light such as'you areback' or 'hi' or... Infact, I don't know any more. But wait, is she about to break things up with me? Is this a goodbye?
So I replied with my usual tone, "so?" abd for a moment I saw something akin to confusion flash across her face. I frowned, why was she confused? Wasnt I the one supposed to be confused?
"And u saw the other news," she said again but this time, a flicker of hope rise in my heart. Could it be she wasn't going to break up with me?
"And?" I asked inquisitively with my brows raised. I wanted to confirm if what I was thinking was right. Was she really staying?
But this time she didn't continue instead burst into tears saying, "I am sorry, I can't do this anymore."
She turned to leave but I grabbed her arm and jerked her against my body, my arms wrapping around her waist and realized slowly she wasn't breaking up with me.
A wretched cry tore from her throat as she broke down while I hugged her helplessly. I didn't even know how to comfort her, I wasn't used to this. Maya clung to me as deep sobs ravaged her body and cried for a really long time.
Suddenly I remembered something from my childhood, how my mom would comfort me whenever I started my usual tantrum that would end up with tears.
So I started rubbing her back in circular motions while the other hand smoothed her hair. I continued this gesture until her dark mood retreated.
She composed herself and started to pull away but I didn't let her, "don't move, let's just stay like this for a while," I murmured into her ear and burried my face in her neck inhaling deeply- she still smelt like a sweet white strawberries and mood-boosting mint, my favorites.
Her scent was so comforting to the extent I decided to just close my eyes and savor the feeling for a minute or so I thought cause I couldn't tell what happened next.
I kept drifting in and out of my consciousness
A feeling if warmth sorrounded my body and I tried to move but I couldn't, my muscles were aching. I moaned and tried to move again but instead felt severe pain in some parts of my body.
Suddenly, u felt someone tear my lips open and tried to put something inside my mouth but I clamped my teeth tightly.
Though I might be too weak and unable to defend myself right now from this attack but the training I went through made my body to react that way.
The foreign attack came again but I didn't give it access until I finally gave up. My body relaxed and I was internally grateful I had defeated this villain but the victory was short lived Bmbecause I felt a sudden softness on my lips.
This softness moved against mine and successfully pried my mouth open, defeated my teeth and forced something down my throat.
I would've have fought against this intrusion but surprisingly, I didnt feel threteaned instead craved it- which was the last thing I felt actually.

I woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open window and a foreign object resting under my tongue. My hands reached out and took it out of my mouth only to discover it was an oral glass thermometer.
What the fuck!
I sat up at once as a slightly wet towel fell off my forehead while my eyes focused on the figure sitting on a chair beside the bed and her head against the wall asleep.
I looked around the environment, this wasn't my room but Maya's. Suddenly my brain fed me with buts and bits of information from last night- I must have developed a fever.
Though my eyes were sore and my muscles aching, I still stood up from the bed and carried Maya off the chair and placed her on the bed instead- she'll definitely feel sore for lying like that all through the night.
I headed to my room and die some reasons felt exceptionally good- she had taken care of me the whole night? She was not leaving? My heart was full of joy and happiness.
I freshened up and headed down to the kitchen to make my usual coffee when my ears picked up a loud music playing in the background and smiled. Maya must have began her morning dance. She has this culture if starting her day with dancing sessions.
Soon enough, I was moving my body to the beat of the song while my coffee beans went through its gradual process.
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch(come on)
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Since there was no one watching, I did a moonwalk in the middle of the kitchen and concluded with a spin turn, only to come face to face with Izzy who was staring at me as if she'd seen a ghost.
In the heat of the moment, I bent down and clasped her cheeks before dropping a sweet peck on her forehead saying, "good morning my angel."
And came back to wherever I came from while my daughter stood rooted to the ground eyes wide open.
What Is Wrong With Archer
Maya's POV
I woke up, startled.
I looked around, I was lying on the bed? Why was I lying on the bed? Where is the sick guy supposed to lie on this bed?
I groaned- what a caregiver you are, Maya.
It seems I fell asleep and Archer must have been the one who lay me on the bed cause I couldn't imagine myself crawling into the bed and kicking him off.
Wonderful! The patient ended up caring for the caregiver!