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

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

she says and my heart drops.

don't see each other on Wednesdays because of our schedule. He is supposed to

I ask, already getting up from

"No.

because Silas isn't

him now and let you know," I assure

ring

in case of an emergency It takes me less than a minute to reach his door. the doorbell twice and worry ignites in

the windows and the light of

a beat when I see him. I don't need to turn on the lights to see him. He's sprawled on the bed and I'm not sure if he

gently shake him and all

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you hereghi can barely make out what

to make you some soup while you rest. I'm also going to run to the pharmacy first to get you some medicine." don't have to do do that," he

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

clothes. I also make sure to call Naomi because I know how worried she is. It takes me a while to convince her not to come and luckily, she agrees. I go to the pharmacy and get him everything I believe

back

I will need to make the chicken soup. I'm not sure if he has anything in his

to his kitchen the moment I walk inside his place and quickly. I end up making the chicken soup from scratch 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 with his hair. He shifts in his sleep before opening his eyes. "Do you think you

chance to get out of bed. He sits on the bed for a moment, and I reach

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 this is my first time seeing hims sick. "I'm s