The King's Pet (M-Preg)

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C H A P T E R 16

                   "Shh just relax darling I won't hurt you." I overheard a soothing voice say as I felt something cold on top of my head. The voice made me relax but then I realized I never heard of sudden voice before.

                    I open my drowsy eyes to look up at the ceiling then turn my head towards the figure in front of me. I almost fell out the bed from the person that was in front of me.

                   The same woman that I saw when I first got here.

                    She smiles fondly while placing me down on the bed. I'm not sure If I should be scared or not. Clearly, she help me when I pass out in Everest office.

                    The thought of Everest made me panic all over again that made me breathe heavily while I try not thinking about what he told me.

                   A pleasant touch was placed on my shoulder and I instantly relax when she started rubbing small patterns on my shoulders.

                    "I think you need to relax or else you going to pass out again, and we don't want to have that." She chuckles while putting the cold substance on my head again.

                    How can I relax where I'm about to be in my death bed when he gets ahold of me? I'm lucky that Mr. Vogal came at the right time and saved me.

                    "Have you been eating lately?" I turn to the woman who was still giving me a fond smile.

                    I took in her question as if she just spoke a different language to me. I would eat fruits from time to time but never meals since I didn't want to. I would just eat small portions of it.

                    I'm slowly dreading starving myself.

                    The woman in front of me looks at me with a small smile, and it reminded of Papa when he did it in a comforting way.

                  I didn't want this woman feeling pity for me just because I'm the Queen. It's her job to make me feel like I'm worth something.

                    But then she found me passed out on the ground where she could have walked out and told someone but instead she did it herself.

                     Maybe I'm just paranoid about everything and everyone.

                    Being in this place makes me feel like everyone is out to get me. I'm literally married to a serial killer where his following victim is me.

                    "Not really" I quietly spoke why while looking at something instead of her.