To Be Yours Again-Chapter 230 Hard pill

*DANICA*

Finding out I was pregnant had been a hard pill to swallow.

I was barely getting my life in order and still settling into this new place and I was pregnant for the man who shattered my heart?

I contemplated having an abortion so many times but I couldn’t go through with it and so, I decided to have the baby.

It had been hard, being pregnant, it was hard being so alone but by the time I had my baby, it felt like everything was worth it.

She brought so much joy to my life.

And so, I got used to living here, even learnt about several herbs and medicine through an old lady who lived next door.

As the hospital was miles away, we were always able to administer first aid and other treatment options to the villagers.

I also opened a restaurant. I was having a good life here with my daughter.

Until the day I found him at the beach.

It felt as if fate was playing tricks on me.

How could we have met again after seven years?

And in such circumstances?

I resolved to only treat his wounds. He had helped me seven years ago to get rid of those jerks, so I felt this was the least I could do to pay back what he did for me.

But other than that.

I wanted him gone as soon as he gains consciousness.

I loved how my life was at the moment and I didn’t need him or anyone other than my daughter.

As I stared at him on the bed, I blocked every fond memory I had of him.

I had no feelings for him anymore.

I was just helping him because he helped me in the past.

I wanted him out of my house as soon as possible.

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*LORENZO*

Pain WAS all I felt as my eyes opened.

I looked around, taking in a quite unfamiliar bedroom.

I had drips on and my body ached all over.

A woman walked into the room.

"You’re awake.” She said and moved closer to me.

She looked lovely.

My mind registered the beautiful long hair, the slightly arched brows, the large eyes of a brilliant, clear, greenish yellow, set perfectly over the modestly curved nose.

Long eyelashes fanned high cheekbones.

Her lips were not too wide...her smooth ivory complexion and gently rounded chin blended beautifully with her face.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Terrible. What happened to me?"

"How am I supposed to know that? I found you at the beach.” She replied.

"How did I get there?"

She frowned at me. “You should know that."

I looked away from her trying to remember what had led to me being in this state but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t even remember my name.

I couldn’t think of anything other than waking up minutes ago and seeing this woman.

My eyes continued my examination...noting her slim neck and pointed breasts.

The dress tapered to a tiny waist and I could guess at the slim hips and long legs.

Staring back at her face, I asked.

"Who am I?"

She took a small stool nearby and sat on it, staring at me, sardonically.

"I have a restaurant to run...I don’t have time for your silly questions and I only helped you because it was the right thing to do so don’t get any other ideas"

Okay! she doesn’t like me but she looked familiar...she must know who I was.

"Do you know me?"

She grimaced. “You really don’t know who you are?" She probed.

I shut my eyes again, bearing the pain coarsing through my body.

"I can’t remember anything"

"Including your name?"

"What am I called?" I asked her.

She stood up from the stool and gazed at me with so much hate.

"I don’t know either. I told you before that I found you at the beach"

"Bu...but with the way you spoke to me earlier, it’s as if you know who I am"

"What way did I speak to you? I don’t know you, mister...I found you at the beach and helped you...I don’t need to know someone before I help them. And now that you’re awake. I’ll give you till tomorrow to leave my house"

I swallowed.

"I don’t even know if I can walk, I’m in so much pain"

"Not my problem.” She snapped.

"Where will I go to?"

"The police, hospital, I don’t know...you can find something to do with yourself."

"I don’t know what to do...I don’t even know who I am."

She suppressed her lips in a tight line.

"I can’t have a stranger in my house any longer, it’ll be too much of a burden for me.”

"Please, I don’t know..."

"I’ll bring you breakfast now, you’ll eat and start gathering the strength to leave my house tomorrow.” And then, she headed for the door.

"Miss..."

I paused not knowing her name but she walked away.

Fuck!

I closed my eyes, trying to think more, to remember something, someone or somewhere I could go to once she kicks me out tomorrow.

She brought breakfast for me and placed it on the bedside table.

"Look at how bad my bed looks right now, I can’t wait to have you out of my house.” She said in disdain.

Was this how she rendered help to people?

"What’s your name?" I asked.

She replied by walking out of the room.

Jeez.

I stared at the food, wondering how I was going to get to it.

If she had saved my life, couldn’t she just continue helping me till I get better?

I tried to sit up but my whole body hurt like hell.

And each time I stared at the food, my stomach grumbled.

I was so hungry.

"Hi..." A tiny voice called out from the door.

I stared up and smiled weakly at her as the little girl sauntered in.

I didn’t have to think much on who she was.

She looked so much like my wicked helper.