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.

the rain pouring down so hard, he couldn’t tell what had caught

what are you looking at?” he asked gently, searching for any topic to break the

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a response, but then, a raspy, threadlike whisper broke the

from his grasp and clattering

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

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

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

vivid blue

Before Zinnia could respond, Yannis had already set

turned her head, only to find Yannis

a trace of anxiety gradually surfaced in her eyes. ‘It’s

been curled up for so long they’d gone stiff

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

back,” Zinnia tried to call out through the window,

torrential rain drowning out all sounds, there was no

already soaked by the rain. Yannis shouted, “Get back inside. Don’t get

window, the wind drove rain onto her face and drenched her outstretched hand. She was so weak

voice, his hands working tirelessly as he carefully dug up the cluster of vivid blue

heard his words and met Yannis‘ gaze. Through the curtain of rain,

withdrew her hand. Her

when he saw 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

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

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

head to clear the vertigo, she gripped the handrail tightly and inched her

living room, Yannis burst in, drenched

asked. He was cradling the flowers in his arms, about to rush upstairs, when he was

her gaze fixed

hair hanging limply over his forehead as rivulets of rainwater dripped from the ends onto

to see Zinnia clearly, so he impatiently wiped the rain from his

evident in his voice as