Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

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Chapter 567

After crying her heart out, Zinnia fell ill. It was wounds of the heart. Zinnia remained silent, unable to swallow even a bite of bread.

There was truly nothing Zinnia could do about Nathan’s condition anymore.

She could do nothing as Nathan wasted away, his body growing frailer by the day, and the moments when he was awake becoming heartbreakingly rare.

“Zinnia, how about eating something?” Yannis coaxed softly.

He stood by her side, holding a plate, watching as she sat curled up on the daybed, legs drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, her head resting on her knees, staring blankly out the window. His eyes were filled with obvious worry.

For days, Zinnia had remained silent, her eyes hollow and lifeless. She would often sit alone by the window, staring blankly into the distance. Zinnia would only visit Nathan when he was conscious.

Yannis‘ words fell on deaf ears; Zinnia remained silent, her gaze fixed blankly out the window.

Outside, torrential rain pounded relentlessly against the eaves. Zinnia stared blankly out the window, her eyes unfocused.

“Zinnia, Nathan will wake up soon. If he finds out you haven’t eaten again, he’ll worry and won’t be able to rest properly.” Unable to persuade her, Yannis brought up Nathan again.

At the mention of Nathan, a flicker passed through Zinnia’s eyes. Yet she remained silent and unresponsive.

Yannis held the spoon, scooping up some vegetables mixed with her favorite meat, and brought it to her lips.

The warm food lingered at her lips as Zinnia remained still for a few seconds. Only when its warmth began to fade did she slowly part her lips. Zinnia chewed the food mechanically. Each mouthful lingered in her mouth for what felt like an eternity.

Yannis didn’t push her. The fact that she was willing to eat at all was enough for him.

“There now, just a little more.” When she seemed nearly done chewing, Yannis scooped another spoonful and brought it to her lips.

Zinnia still sat in a daze for a long moment before she slowly began to eat.

“Would you like some soup?” Yannis asked gently.

Zinnia remained unresponsive. She just kept staring blankly out the window.

window, but with the rain pouring down so hard,

you looking at?” he asked gently, searching

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a raspy, threadlike whisper broke the

froze, the spoon slipping from his grasp and clattering back onto the plate. “Zinnia?

past few days, Zinnia hadn’t uttered a word. Ever since that emotional breakdown,

her with psychogenic mutism, a condition where psychological trauma renders her unwilling to speak. In other words, it was a case

at her, eyes shining with excitement. But Zinnia fell silent again.

of strikingly vivid blue flowers. Despite the raging storm, they stood straight and tall, unbowed by the

respond, Yannis had already set down his plate and strode out, not giving her a chance to

of his retreating footsteps, Zinnia turned her head, only

blinked slowly, then a trace of anxiety gradually surfaced in her eyes. ‘It’s

legs had been curled up for so long they’d gone stiff and numb. The slightest movement sent sharp needles of pain shooting through her

reached the blue blossoms, the torrential rain pounding

through the window, but her voice failed

drowning out all sounds, there was no

face was already soaked by the rain. Yannis shouted, “Get

window, the wind drove rain onto her face and drenched her outstretched hand. She was so weak these days. The slightest chill

tirelessly as he carefully

Yannis‘ gaze. Through the curtain of rain,

withdrew her hand. Her fingers had

a sigh of relief. He bent

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Biting her lip nervously, she slowly rose

hadn’t exercised or eaten properly in days, and even this short distance left her dizzy

to clear the vertigo, she gripped the handrail tightly and inched her way down, one

reached the living room, Yannis

He was cradling the flowers in his arms, about to rush upstairs, when he was startled to see Zinnia

her

head to toe, his wet hair hanging limply over his

eyes, making it hard to see Zinnia clearly, so he impatiently wiped the

evident in his voice as