His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 74

GABRIEL (continued…)

That night, I called Sophia for the first time since arriving home I went in for a quick shower, and called her while getting dressed for bed. She picked up, but seemed so distant… like there was something playing on her mind.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Freckles?” I asked for the fourth time in that one conversation. I am still seeing you tomorrow, right?”

“Hmm..” She buzzes a little sleepily, but mostly she was just distracted. “How’s your work emergency thing going?”

“Bad,” I reply, truthfully. Alister had colorectal cancer. I was planning on picking Sophia up tomorrow, but instead, I’d have to take a trip to his doctor. To tell her this was on the tip of my tongue, but only the promise I had hastily made to my grandfather before leaving- the one to not tell this to anyone until he tells it to my grandmother in person this weekend- stopped me. Besides, Sophia just lost her Grandpa to cancer. I doubted she wanted more cancer news, “Why do you soundl so busy?”

“I’m not. I was just almost asleep when you called.”

“Oh, sorry, Freckles.” I say with no remorse, a sihall smile making its way to my lips. I needed to hear her voice.

“That’s okay.” She stays quiet for a few seconds before adding, “Are you at home?”

Tam

“Are you going to sleep now?”

‘Soon, I tell her, yawning.

‘Hm. Okay. Goodnight, Gabriel.

“Goodnight, Freckles.”

I miss you, I wanted to add, but didn’t, partly because it was too cheesy, more than I’d ever been, and partly because she disconnected the call so quietly after I said goodnight, you’d think her hand was burning from holding the phone.

I conclude I was thinking too much into it.

why I never even asked Lily to move in wi me. But

going to be able to sleep tonight,

my laptop and quietly left to my office; might as well work if

she wasn’t coming back home, that she needed a few more days to bask in

of course, but this nagging feeling that something

but I’d done this too many times before Freckles entered my life to worry about it now. I talked

me.

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either. There was something dooming playing in

collecting my grandfather’s cancer reports from Dr. Grant who was busy and

in the country was based. He

it still being in the first stage, where it would be easy to control preferably without radiations that would kill

up. I waited minutes, but my heart was beating louder

me where she was, and I said work. The lie

night.

knew so far: One, he passed his hand through his blonde hair very often. Two, he said

the end, he had convinced me that my grandfather would be okay. He had explained the treatment plan,

good with secrets, but all I

was doing fine, but none of that was enough. I wanted her to come back home. If she doesn’t, I would go to her tomorrow and bring her back with me whenever she was ready. I toy with that idea while playing with my phone

“What’re

since you wouldn’t pick up my calls.” She replied making herself

toneless.

“You called?” I blinked.

her shoulders, “But if I did, would you have

stay silent. I would’ve told her that my grandfather did call from her phone and I did

silent.

face was quick, and she was quicker

you even know I was here?” I ask, and

when I overheard

blink my