The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback-Chapter 47: Ch 47: Worrying News

Chapter 47: Ch 47: Worrying News
Jenna’s pov
The wait in my room was maddening. I wanted to open the door and walk out confidently. But I was not sure if I had the courage to do that.
Not many people in my life had believed in me and trusted me like Damian had. So to have him talk to me coldly was a shock to me. In my mind, I knew that it was a possibility, but once it became reality, it all hit me.
My hands were shaking even now, wondering what was going to happen.
’And the look that woman gave me...’
It was a look that told me that she thought of me even lower than dirt. It was a familiar look, so it did not hurt me much. But still...I could not say that it felt good as well.
I remained seated in silence until time passed and someone softly knocked at my door.
"Jenna, it’s time for dinner."
Damian’s voice greeted me and I immediately stepped toward the door to open it for him...and then froze in my steps. I realized that I was acting too much like an eager puppy, waiting for his master to come back.
"Jenna..."
He called out again and I decided that it did not matter.
Even if I was acting like a puppy, that was fine. At least there was still someone on my side. For now, that was the most important part for me and I needed to fight hard to keep things this way.
"Is your guest gone?"
I asked as soon as the door opened fully. Damian immediately stepped forward and blocked my view of the corridor. I immediately looked up to see what kind of face he was making, but it was too late.
By the time I did that, his expression had turned back into his neutral one.
"Let’s go have dinner now."
Damian told me, dropping hints that he no longer wanted to talk about this topic. So I decided to follow his lead as well and stopped talking about it...for now.
The chef was just about finished preparing our food when we reached downstairs. He plated the last of the dishes and handed us the plate.
I knew that there was a chef hired to cook for Damian and I, but this was my first time meeting him.
"Boss, the food is here. I heard Lady Lisa was around. Was she here to talk about your engagement again?"
The chef asked, only to get an angry glare from Damian.
Now I felt curious as well. This felt like a topic I should know about.
I immediately turned to look at Damian, wondering what he would say about this, but he had gone completely stiff as soon as this topic was brought up.
"Chef...."
His voice was warning enough for the chef to stop speaking. But the chef gave me an almost sorry look which I felt like I needed to know about.
Unfortunately, I did not get to ask much because Damian ushered the chef out before I was done eating and then pretended as if nothing had happened.
’Is he...not going to explain anything about who came to meet him...or the chef’s fiancée comment? Should I ask him about it?’
A part of me said yes...but a bigger part of me told me that I should not do that. Our relationship was built on our mutual interest in bringing Harvour Industries down and once that was done, we would become strangers once more.
Of course, our partnership and...relationship would also come to an end...
’My feelings have no room in all of this...’
That was what I told myself. But my thoughts and my emotions were not on the same wavelength.
I went back to my room with a heavy heart and even my steps felt heavy. My emotions were affecting me physically now...which was not good. I needed to be healthy in order to take my revenge.
"Hey...are you alright—"
Damian caught my arm as I wobbled and almost fell down. I blinked up at him as he caught me. His strong arms were the only thing preventing my face from hitting the ground.
"I...am fine...? I think..."
Well, thinking was getting difficult at this point and the whole world kept going in and out of focus for me. There was something clearly wrong with me, but I could not tell what...
"Ouch—! You are burning up. Do you have a fever? Did you overexert yourself...? And why is your hair wet? Did you not dry it properly?"
Damian sounded panicked as he helped me back to my bed. He looked quite worried for me, which made me feel a little better about the situation. But that did not last long because my head started to pound.
’Ah, why did I fall sick...’
It must have been the shower that made me fall sick.
"Hey, hold this under your tongue. I will call for a doctor..."
Damian shoved the thermometer under my tongue and started to dial a number. He looked panicked...and for a good reason.
I was his partner in crime, and I was sure that my absence would affect his plans. He could not afford to let me get hurt at this point.
’Ah...! It feels good. Being needed by Damian feels good. I-I need to assure him that I won’t abandon him...’
Reaching out toward Damian was a task and a half. My body refused to move as I commanded it to do.
’Weird...I was not feeling this weak until I went to dinner. Did something I ate cause an allergy...?’
A tiny part of me told me that it might be because of the ’upsetting’ news that I heard, but surely that could not be the reason I was sick right now. It must have been the bath and the stress...of everything. Not just that news.
"-get here fast. I will pay for extra...do you need something...?"
Damian asked as I successfully managed to tug at his clothes and make him turn my way.
"Don’t worry. I will be...
cough
...just fine. I still have a job to do."
I assured Damian, trying to calm him down. But instead of looking relieved, he looked even more worried. Just why was he so worried in the first place?
I wanted to ask more but my eyes felt too heavy and I fell asleep before I got an answer from him.