Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 138

The uneasy knot in her chest finally loosened the moment she saw him. Only then did Giselle feel the faintest sense of relief.

Father Benedict reached out and gently tousled her hair, though his eyes held not a trace of warmth.

"Stop letting your imagination run wild. If you're not feeling well, just rest," he said.

Giselle nodded obediently. "The doctor said our baby's fine, but I can't have any more scares like this."

Benedict didn't answer. His hand paused for a beat atop her head.

She bit her lower lip and looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent. "Benedict, I really had nothing to do with what happened to Cynthia. Zachary was the one who called her aunt—I never imagined she'd act so carelessly. You know I never wanted to compete with Cynthia. I just hoped you'd look back at me and the baby every once in a while. That's all I ever wanted."

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his lips curved in a faint smile that never reached his eyes. There was a chill behind it.

"I know," Benedict murmured.

A prickle of anxiety crept through her, but the next second, Benedict's manner softened. He helped her lie back on the hospital bed and tucked the blanket around her with practiced care.

"I spoke to the doctor earlier," he said. "She told me you need to rest and clear your mind. Since this has nothing to do with you, don't let it trouble you. Just focus on getting better."

Giselle nodded again, quiet and compliant.

A moment later, the lawyer entered carrying a basket of fruit. Benedict took it from him, sat down by her bedside, and began peeling an apple with meticulous attention.

Watching him, Giselle felt her anxiety slowly ebb away.

She gazed at Benedict, her eyes brimming with longing and affection.

"Thank you for staying with me," she whispered.

So what if Cynthia caused a scene? No matter what, Benedict was here—by her side.

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