Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 431

Chapter 431

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After carefully feeding Zinnia every bite, Yannis turned on the fan to clear out the food smells in the room. Then he grabbed the tablet and pulled up a TV show for her.

Zinnia had slept all day and was wide awake now. She glanced at the drama on the screen and noticed Yannis was still there, his laptop open on the desk.

She checked the time–it was already past 10. “I’m good now. Why don’t you go get some rest?” she said softly.

“Not in a hurry.” Yannis walked to the desk to tackle the mountain of work. He’d spent all day with Zinnia, and company matters had piled up–no way he wasn’t swamped.

He glanced back at Zinnia, who was wide–eyed and full of energy. Figuring she wasn’t going to fall asleep anytime soon, he settled into the desk chair.

“If you’re busy, you don’t have to stay,” Zinnia said.

Yannis turned to her. “You little heartbreaker, using me then tossing me aside, huh?”

His teasing accusation left Zinnia pretty awkward. “I just don’t want you to wear yourself out,” she said seriously.

A smile tugged at Yannis‘ lips. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m staying put.”

Zinnia blinked, confused. ‘Staying put? Is he gonna crash here for the night?‘

“Are you sure it’s okay if I leave? You haven’t fully regained your strength yet,” Yannis said, glancing at her

hands.

Her hands would stay weak for days. Plus, there was

a few hours still pissed him off. God

silent. Her hands really didn’t have much strength left, and she could barely pick up her phone. She turned to Yannis, dead serious. “You’re an

deep eyes lingered on her, a subtle glint flickering in

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with two sounds: the murmur of a TV drama from Zinnia’s tablet and the steady click- clack of Yannis’s keyboard. Every now and then, she’d catch snippets

on a call, Zinnia quietly turned down her tablet’s

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familiar pressure built in her belly–she needed to use the

serving of mushroom soup; now it all

the covers. At least her legs worked–if

wore a loose nightgown Yannis had asked a doctor to help her

through her knees. Yesterday, she’d spent six hours

damage was clear. On her tender skin, the purplish bruises stood

Her arms reflexively reached for Yannis’s

moment, she heard a startled “OMG” crackling through Yannis’s

hooked an arm around her waist. He ended the

worry in his eyes. “What’s happening? Why did you try to get up? You should’ve called me if you needed

when he glanced over–only to see her teetering on the edge of the bed. His heart had jumped

to pee and ask you to carry me?‘ Zinnia thought, her cheeks turning red. No matter how bold she was or how close she felt to

flushed cheeks, he frowned and pressed the back of his hand

Zinnia remained silent, he grew anxious. “Are you feeling sick? I’ll call

head, bit her lip, and mumbled,