Chapter 7

Kamila was dumbstruck when Gerald spoke. At first, she thought he was mute, but the raspy, heavy voice had just greeted her eardrums. Now, she looked confused, especially when Gerald turned his gaze right into her eyes. Seemingly expecting an answer, Gerald blinked slowly.

"Oh, yes, we got married this morning. Already husband and wife. But you've just woken up from a two-month coma. I understand you must be confused because I suddenly said that. You didn't witness our wedding," Kamila replied with a gesture of moving her hands. Her lips trembled. That was the sentence that came out. She was telling the truth.

Either digesting Kamila's sentence or not, Gerald just remained silent. Kamila's hands were wet. She was afraid that her words would be taken as just talk. Two minutes had passed, but Gerald had not said a word.

"Is my husband mute again? His demeanor is changing." Kamila thought that the organs and nerves in Gerald's body had not recovered properly. She didn't want him to talk either, for now.

If he were completely normal, how would it be to be in the same room with a strange man who was said to be a mafia member? Kamila couldn't imagine.

Humming a song, Kamila took out a basin and filled it with warm water, then took the new white towel hanging above it. Then, she placed the basin on the table and rolled up her sleeves. After that, she pulled up Gerald's blanket and reached out to button his nightshirt.

Suddenly, Kamila's movements stopped. It wasn't that Gerald was staring at her, but nervousness struck. When she cleaned her husband's body, of course she would see his body shape. Kamila felt uncomfortable.

Kamila was indecisive. She turned around and approached the table. Then she took two sheets of tissue that she had put together.

"Sorry, yes." Kamila's behavior was ridiculous; she covered Gerald's face with the tissue. It won't make you short of breath because it's thin.

Gerald reflexively closed his eyes, saying nothing. Kamila did this so that she could get serious about cleaning her husband's body. Kamila hoped that Gerald would not speak like before or get angry, throwing the tissue into Kamila's face.

After covering her husband's face, Kamila was much more relaxed. She sighed and unbuttoned Gerald's nightshirt with his small hands, revealing a pale, muscular chest. Gerald was in good shape despite being in a coma for two months. Little did Kamila know that he had lost weight.

Kamila covered her husband's chest with a warm towel without much emotion and started rubbing his body gently. She moved the towel from his neck to his chest, to his waist, to his abdominal muscles, and then to his arms. Then, Kamila tried to turn Gerald's tall body with difficulty.

"Oh my, you're so heavy!" Kamila tried again until, finally, she could. She continued to carefully wipe her husband's back. After cleaning the area, he was already sweating profusely and exhausted. Kamila wiped it with the back of her hand.

Gerald didn't look fat, but he was very heavy. Maybe it was because he was tall and bulky with muscles. Kamila was like a weak and helpless child in front of him. The difference in their size was huge.

Kamila's eyes traveled downward until they stopped at Gerald's black pants. The girl grinned. "Don't be stupid, Kamila! If it was, okay, you kissed him, but you don't have to clean that area too, even though he's your husband." It was as if someone else was talking to Kamila. She was just thinking before she acted.
Kamila certainly didn't want to clean the area, a sensitive male thing. She also didn't want to imagine anything. Kamila hurriedly got up and went to the corner of the room. She did not even dare to approach the bed as if there were monsters. After a while, she looked at Gerald out of the corner of her eye. His face was covered with a towel, and his clothes were a mess.

Is he going to catch a cold? If he got sick because of me, the Arven family would definitely not let me go. As Kamila thought about it, she walked over and rebutted her husband's nightshirt. The nightgown was collared, making Kamila work to tidy up.

"Do you really want me to die by strangling me?" Gerald's voice returned. The moment Kamila heard him speak, her body went numb. Quickly, she pulled both hands from Gerald's neck.

"No, no. I was just adjusting the collar of your nightgown," Kamila replied.

Gerald loved to surprise her. Sometimes he spoke, sometimes he was silent. Sometimes he stared at her too. Kamila screamed in her heart. What should he do? Why was he suddenly talking? Didn't the doctor say that the chances of Gerald regaining consciousness were slim?

Kamila was full of questions. She hurriedly pulled the tissue away from Gerald's face, trying to keep a safe distance from him in case he turned into a zombie and bit her to death. However, it seemed like Gerald could read her mind. He grabbed Kamila's hand, who had risen from the bed, and refused to let go. Kamila's body stiffened. At the same time, the two stared at each other.

"Who are you?" After waking up from a two-month coma, Gerald's tone was somewhat stammering, but his eyes were terrible. He looked at Kamila as if she were an enemy trying to kill her.

"Ouch, I'm done for! He already asked about me earlier; why is he asking again now? Perhaps he has amnesia?" Kamila thought.

Very scared. Kamila realized she was dealing with a very dangerous-looking mafia. She felt like she would be killed in the next second. She was unable to say anything. Plus, Gerald was squeezing her wrist so hard that it was causing her a lot of pain. In an instant, her eyes turned red, and she was on the verge of tears.

"Come on, Kamila. Don't cry yet." Kamila didn't know how many times she hated herself for crying so easily. It wasn't time for her to cry now. If she didn't explain everything, she would probably die here.

"Please don't hurt me. Do you have the heart to hurt your own wife? I already explained it earlier. I am your wife, the woman you married today," Kamila said.

Gerald looked at her, examining every inch of her face. When he saw that her eyes were red, he frowned in confusion. He had already removed his hand from Kamila.

"Since when do I have a wife?" asked Gerald in his heart.

Gerald tried to sit up, but all the joints in his body ached. Fortunately, Kamila quickly helped and laid her husband back down.

"You haven't fully recovered yet; don't move too much just yet," said Kamila gently.

Gerald was silent. He looked back at Kamila. When Gerald saw that a woman was so excited that she was crying because he woke up, he stopped doubting her. If she was crying, she must be very much in love. Otherwise, he wouldn't marry someone in a coma.

Actually, Kamila didn't like being stared at like that. "I'm glad you've woken up from the coma after two months. In the end, we got married too. There may be many things that you don't remember before this coma, but I hope you don't force yourself to remember them. I'm sure you will fully recover as time goes by," Kamila explained.

Gerald was still silent. He has not been able to remember much about the previous events. The memory of why he was in a coma was still vague.

"Are you Vira Jayanti?" Gerald gradually found his voice and coldly asked Kamila, who was much younger than him.