My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 257: Stop Smiling At Me

(Arata)

How do you resist him when he is so caring and affectionate?

Kissing my belly, owning our unborn child. I wanted to cling to his comforting arms and forget the world.

Forget who he was now.

Forget that I had just survived a sociopath.

Forget that I had to leave and might never return to Marica City, to return to him.

He watched me with his love-filled eyes while his hot mouth pressed my belly down.

So many emotions. I wanted to cry openly but I just watched him place tender kisses there, spreading warmth and love to me and our child.

"This baby is going to be the cutest baby ever," he declared, finally covering my belly with the gown.

Peacefully, I smiled at his words. This was our moment.

Karsten calmly moved towards me. Taking out my phone and that ruby earring from his pocket, he placed it on my table.

He found my earring...now I knew how he found me.

"You got my clue?" I asked, my eyes remaining on that earring which glistened under the light like the beacon of hope it had become.

Karsten leaned down and placed this hand on my forehead. "Actually, Caysir found it wedged between the seats of Ranold’s car. And he was sharp enough to remember it was yours."

"Caysir is smart." Respect for Caysir increased in my heart.

My gaze remained fixed on Karsten as he slowly rubbed my forehead with the tip of his thumb.

Our passionate staring was interrupted by sounds coming right from outside my door.

Calmly he straightened up.

By the time the door opened, Karsten was pulling the blanket over my body so I could rest.

The doctor from my previous encounter and a nurse entered the room. I quickly grabbed Karsten’s arm, not wanting to be left alone with them.

He sensed the change in me, his eyes slowly dragging to my hand while he remained standing by my side.

"How are you feeling Arata?" The doctor asked, giving me that smile again.

I had begun to hate smiles. Maybe that made Karsten stand apart because he never fake smiled at me.

He was who he was. Proud and sure.

"Stop smiling at me," I said under my breath, turning my face away. Karsten sensed my irritation and reluctance.

Giving my arm a gentle squeeze, he faced the doctor.

"Dr Tames, may I have a word?" He pointed to the door with his head. "Outside."

The doctor nodded and Karsten bent down to place a soft kiss on my head.

"We will see each other again if you would ask of me. No force in the world can stop me from seeing you, only if you want me to be here."

I nodded and Karsten left with the doctor. I watched him walk out. The back of the shirt was pressed against his hard-defined muscles.

It ached to see him go. The thought of him becoming mine seemed so complex now.

It wasn’t casual. Now we had a child to think about and my family.

The nurse checked my temperature and IV fluid hooked to my hand. I was sure it had stopped working from how much I had moved my hand.

"No temperature, you are already on the road to recovery. We will start you on liquids now." She offered me a sympathetic smile and I just gave her a nod.

The door was pushed open. Stella and Zaylen walked in, carrying deep concerns on their faces.

Seeing me awake, both of them put on reassuring smiles.

Stella spread her arms and rushed towards me, screaming.

"You are awake, you are awake."

She hugged me carefully while Zaylen stood behind her, watching me with a warm and tired smile, holding a lunch box.

"I am."

"How are you?" She asked, moving slightly back to give me space but settling in the chair.

"Truth be told, slightly hungry."

Zaylen stepped forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. "You gave us a scare. Never do that again."

He lingered, ensuring I was calm.

"It’s not on my to-do list." I tried to faintly smile.

Zaylen moved away and placed the lunchbox on the table before unclasping it. The smell of fresh chicken soup hit me. My stomach rumbled and I couldn’t even remember when I had a meal last time.

"The doctor said you can have soup." Zaylen placed the soup spoon into the bowl and Stella took it from him.

Moving forward, he used the lever and half lifted my bed. Placing two pillows behind me, he made me comfortable. His eyes lingered on my head and I saw him battling emotions. But he stayed quiet.

Stella began to feed me soup.

"How is Baba handling all this? Is his health okay? He is not too depressed?" I asked them, knowing Baba would never tell me. However, he had issues sleeping combined with episodes of anxiety and depression.

Both of them exchanged looks as if terrified of telling me.

"Come on guys, please. Don’t hold back on me."

Sighing, Zaylen collapsed near my feet and defeatedly said. "Dad is not doing well. He hates Karsten and is hell-bent on not letting him in your sight. He tried to get a restraining order against him on your behalf, but the Police said that decision rested with you."

My heart plummeted and fell deep into the dark hole of despair and shame. This was my carelessness.

I had feared this would happen. Once Baba made up his mind against someone, it was nearly impossible to change it. And he didn’t forgive people who hurt his family.

"Did you guys get that flash drive? Did he see its contents?" I asked, losing my appetite with just a few spoonfuls. Stella tried to give me another spoon but I shook my head.

She uncomfortably shifted in her place and said, "We did and Uncle Zyair saw it all. He knows Karsten is Twisted Rider and that you are..." Stella’s eyes guiltily shifted towards my belly.

I finished the sentence for her. "That I am pregnant with his child."

I was ashamed of many things. Of hiding the truth from my family. Of trusting the wrong people. Of lying to my friend.

But carrying Karsten’s child was not one of them. At least not now that I knew he wasn’t my stalker and wouldn’t hurt me.

"Yes, Baba is not pleased. He wants him out of your life. He even punched Karsten and broke his nose or maybe just dislocated the bones. But he was pissed when Karsten told him," Zaylen filled me in, placing his hand on my leg.

"What?" I asked with a gasp. This was what I was trying to avoid. The whole drama of people I cared about going at each other’s throats.

Zaylen and Stella sadly nodded.

"And Baba shouldn’t be going at him. He accepted his role as Mafia Lord of Sparia," I lamented. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"That’s exactly why Baba wants you to have nothing to do with him."

Zaylen’s lips had flatlined and I wondered if he was disappointed in me just like Baba. I wasn’t even thinking about Mom’s reaction.

Will she be disappointed in me as well?

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