The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 103

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Ever since that lunch we had with our parents, their words have been playing in my mind on repeat. I cannot seem to get whatever they said out of my head. How can I do that? All four of them basically agreed that they saw it coming. They expected Silas and me to

eventually fall in love with each other. My parents had a freaking bet on it!

At first, I wanted to talk to Silas about that. I wanted to know what he thought about the whole thing, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was and still am afraid of what he may say. What if he told me what they said if true and he had been in love with me for a long time? How would I take it? What if he told me that what they said was not true and they were just imagining things? The mere thought in my head seems hurtful. I'm not even sure which option is worse.

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Am I in denial? Have I always had feelings for Silas, and I wasn't even aware of them? How could that be possible? How could one have feelings for a person without knowing? This all seems absurd to me.

I'm not even S**s's type. Well, I don't exactly know what his type is, but I think that if Silas wants to date, he won't go for someone like me. I'm quiet and usually like to keep to myself, while he likes meeting new people and trying new things.

I'm the girl I whom he used to pull her hair just to irritate her for Heaven's sake. No way can I ever be the one he wants. My mind takes me to what Mum said about reading many enemies to lovers books and I shake my head. Novels cannot be true. I know that in the books, football players end up falling for the completely opposite girl, but when I think about it, Silas and I aren't completely different.

We have a lot in common. We like eating the same food, we love comedy movies and we're from the same social circle. We both like to attend good parties from time to time, but we're not party animals. We're both hard workers and determined. I can easily write a long list of all the things we share. I take a deep breath, trying to push away all of these thoughts from my head. I have this paper I need to write, but my mind is elsewhere. Whenever I try to focus on what I need to write, Silas takes over my thoughts. With a lot of with of difficulty, I manage to write two paragraphs. When I'm about to start the third one, my phone rings. T

It's quite strange for Naomi to call me.

"Hello Naomi, how are you?" I say, putting the phone on speaker

"Hey, honey. I'm all

"Of course,

I say witho 11

hope you're okay too," she tells me. "Listen, can you

so I was wondering if you could check on him," she says and my heart drops. What does she mean by he's not okay? What's

each other on Wednesdays because

practice?" I I ask, already getting up

"No.

is worrying because Silas

him now and let you

ring

reach his door. the doorbell twice and worry ignites in my body when he doesn't open it. I open his door with the key and walk inside trying to prevent my mind

very quiet and almost dark. The only sources of light are the windows and the light of his hallway. "Silas, are you here?" I ask, walking inside and

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me?" I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. I gently shake him and all I earn is a grown. "Silas, what's going on? Are you all

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Theme clied me wondering his recheck or come "whatin, ought you hereghi can barely make out what he's saying due to the raspiness of his

explain. He heavily coughs and tries to sit up, but I shake my head. "Stay here. I'm going to make you some soup while you rest. I'm also going to run to

ilas," I say. "Stay here. I'm not going to take long." He

and exit the room. I go to my apartment first to take some money with me and quickly change my clothes. I also make sure to call Naomi because

back to

and take everything I will need to make the chicken soup. I'm not sure if he has anything in his fridge, but I'm not taking any

because I didn't plan on making him something canned. After finishing, I set the food on the coffee table and walk to his bedroom to wake up him. "Silas, I know you're tired, but I need you to get out of bed, okay," I say as I gently play

removes the duvet. I move away, giving him the chance to get out of bed. He sits on the bed for

but soon, his chuckle turns into a coughing fit. "You're breaking my heart," I mumble as I rub circles around his back. I have known Silas for years, but