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.

my room, my bed- it was my sanctuary all these years, which was why I never even asked Lily to move in wi me. But now, it was filled with reminders of Freckles. Her scent, her vanity, her clothes, even the ones lying on

tonight, I realise, not without her next to

my office; might as well work

told me she wasn’t coming back home, that she needed a few more days to bask in the memory of her grandfather before she could leave her hometown, unsure when she’d think she had

feeling that something was

entered my life to worry about it now. I talked to her again in the morning, told her I was at work, and made

me.

1/3

concentrate on wark either. There was

showering at home and collecting my grandfather’s cancer reports from Dr. Grant who was

the most famous oncologists in the country was based. He knew my grandfather because Alister called him for a

confirmed the same things that Alister said, of it still being in the first stage, where

waited minutes, but my heart was beating louder with every passing second. So, I called my grandmother, who told

said work. The

night.

only agreed to meeting me in an informal setting, but insisted on it. Ten minutes down, here’s what I knew so far: One, he passed his hand through his blonde hair very often. Two, he said ‘well’ every time he went on to explain a concept I didn’t

would be okay. He had explained the

my thoughts. I considered myself good with secrets, but all I felt was the urge was to talk about this to someone, that

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 when I

“What’re

down since you wouldn’t pick up my calls.” She replied making herself more comfortable, her

toneless.

“You called?” I blinked.

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

call from her phone and I did pick up the

silent.

hurt that flashed across her face

I was here?” I ask, and then it dawns.

here when I overheard him talk to you in the morning

blink my