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, he

he asked gently, searching for any topic

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but then, a raspy, threadlike

spoon slipping from his grasp

hadn’t uttered a word.

mutism, a condition where psychological trauma renders her unwilling to speak. In other words,

silent again. Her gaze drifted back to the

vivid blue flowers. Despite the raging

you,” Yannis offered. Before Zinnia could respond, Yannis had

retreating footsteps, Zinnia turned her head,

gaze blinked slowly, then a trace of anxiety gradually surfaced in

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

brow furrowed as she looked out the window. Yannis had already reached the blue blossoms, the torrential

to call out through the window,

torrential rain drowning out all sounds, there

if sensing her gaze, Yannis turned around. His chiseled face was already soaked by the rain. Yannis shouted, “Get

drenched her outstretched hand. She was so weak these days. The slightest chill could make her

shouted at the top of his voice, his hands working tirelessly as he carefully dug up the cluster

Through the curtain of rain, his eyes were

together and withdrew her hand. Her fingers had gone

Zinnia retreat back into the room did Yannis breathe a sigh of relief. He bent down and continued digging for the flowers. He made sure to handle each flower gently, preserving their

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fixed on Yannis, who stood out in the rain. Biting her lip nervously, she slowly rose from

or eaten properly in days, and even this short distance left her dizzy

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

the living room, Yannis burst in, drenched

in his arms, about to

remained silent, her gaze fixed on

to toe, his wet hair hanging limply over

hard to see Zinnia clearly, so he impatiently wiped the rain

Yannis asked, concern evident in his voice as