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.

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

tonight,

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

truck when Freckles told me she wasn’t coming back home, that she needed a few more days to

of course, but this nagging feeling that something was wrong wouldn’t leave me

worry about it now. I talked to her again in the morning, told her I was at work, and made sure she was okay. She sounded better

me.

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either. There was something dooming playing in

most of my employees were in, showering at home and collecting my grandfather’s cancer reports from Dr. Grant who

the most famous oncologists in the country was based. He knew my grandfather because Alister called him for a second opinion on Jim’s health

the same things that Alister said, of it still being in the first stage, where it would be easy to control preferably without radiations that

called Sophia, who didn’t pick up. I waited minutes, but my heart was beating louder with every passing second. So, I called my grandmother, who told me Sophia was

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

night.

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

that my grandfather would be okay. He had explained the treatment plan,

I considered myself good with secrets, but all I felt was the urge was

her tomorrow and bring her back with me whenever she was ready. I toy with that idea while playing

eyebrows furrowed. “What’re you doing

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

toneless.

“You called?” I blinked.

shoulders, “But if I did,

my grandfather did call from her phone and I did pick up the second

silent.

hurt that flashed across her face was quick, and she

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

followed him here when I overheard him talk

blink my annoyance