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.

at my room, my bed- it was my sanctuary all these years, which was why I never even asked Lily to move in wi me.

to be able to sleep tonight, I realise, not without

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

few more days to bask in the memory of her grandfather before she

understood, of course, but this nagging feeling

done this too many times before Freckles entered my life to worry about it now.

me.

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couldn’t concentrate on wark either. There

showering at home and collecting

Chicago, where one of the most famous oncologists in the country was based. He knew my grandfather

in the first stage, where it would be easy to control preferably

was beating louder with every passing second.

and I said

night.

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 know. And three, he

would be okay. He had explained the treatment plan, and been

in the cafe a bit after he left, lost in my thoughts. I considered myself good with secrets, but all I felt was the urge was to talk about this to someone, that

with me whenever she was ready. I toy with that idea while playing with my phone when I heard a light sound. Taken out of my thoughts, I looked up at Lily sitting in front of me, the rim of her eyes

furrowed. “What’re you

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

toneless.

“You called?” I blinked.

her shoulders, “But if I

that my grandfather did call from her

silent.

so.” The hurt that flashed across her face was quick, and

doing here? How did you even know I was here?” I ask, and

when I overheard him talk to you in the morning at

blink my